I made love to you last night, but you weren’t there.
You kissed and touched me like you use to.
I made love to you last night, I shivered with the passion we shared.
In my mind I visualized the rhythm that we like to flow into.
I made love to you last night, you made me twist and turn the only way you know how.
Using just my two fingers and the memory of you..that’s all I have left now.
I made love to you last night, but I was the only one sweating.
I imagined the heat you bring causing my distorting and convulsing.
I made love to you last night, but you weren’t there.
I prefer it that way because you never really cared.
What was love for me was just habit for you.
I made love to you last night and I prefer it without you.
Your memory makes love to me better than you do.
