A Rose Without it's Thorns

Connor

His fingers dove into me with such grace and agility,
It was impossible to say no,
The way they grazed over my skin so delicately,
Almost as if he wasn't even touching me,
My body shivering with every touch,
I craved more

After his fingers had left me the warmth lingered there,
My legs were jelly and my brain was mush,
I felt light and happy,

He was out exposing all the secrets he found within me

The light, happy feeling faded almost as fast as it had come,
He didn't feel the same way I did about him,
I was just there at the right time,
I was just convenient because I'm easy to fool,
It could have easily been someone else,
He could have been hovering his fingers effortlessly over some other girls skin

The connection there wasn't love, but instead lust
His desire for the feel of a body didn't match my crave for love and affection,
He spilled my secrets,
He had no consideration for the fact that his fingers over my skin was taboo,
While he got congratulated I got shamed,
I realized that he didn't want me and won't ever want me,
It's not new, this feeling, but it surely wasn't embraced

I can't get back what he has stolen,
My pride, tears, energy,
And I can't forget the feeling of his fingers,
Playing a game over my skin,
Playing my feelings,
Playing me
Playing