Lovemaking

When lovemaking becomes a fumble
Nothing more than rough and tumble
When no more “I love you”s pass your lips
No more gentle caresses with fingertips
When a sudden grab replaces a tender touch
What once were moments of desire become such
a chore, for you to gain your relief
Taking liberties like a desperate thief
in the night. Disparate from who you were;
a once adoring connoisseur
of exaltation
Now I say, “no”
until such time as you can show
some love, affection, selfless feeling,
understanding of the course of healing
a heart and mind full of confusion
of what now ‘is’. Just an allusion
to things yet to transpire,
or can we set ourselves afire
with how we used to be?
Two hearts afloat on a passionate sea

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