You used to touch me in ways I didn't understand,
And as our love blossomed, the more you became my man.
Those days are gone and lost and now they're filled with sorrow,
But there's always hope for better days and for what comes tomorrow.
You used to call me baby, and used to kiss me hard,
The passion running through your veins was like the passion running through your fingers when you played with your guitar.
The days were long but the nights were bright and filled with pumping blood, but now the days and nights are lonely and the tears could form a flood.
I've loved you for days past and I'll love you for days more, but I'll always miss the ways you've touched me on all the days before.
I miss the warmth my neck felt, inside the grip of your palms, as you choked me and held me down and sang me beautiful songs.
The songs did not have lyrics nor a rythmic sound, instead they were moans and groans as you held me down.
Ive always been a lover of the rough, and hard and sweet love but lately I've had nothing and for me it has been tough.
Do you still have feelings? Is my mind a game?
You've left me untouched and I haven't felt the same.
Do you still want me? Do you still crave my taste?
You used to give me all of you but now its filled with hate.
I feel your feelings through you, with each and every thrust, but they used to be of passion and thrive with a form of lust.
Now I am lonely and I crave your gentle touch, for I am getting weaker without your passionate love.
I don't want to go on like this, but for reasons I must stay,
I just pray and hope and cry that you'll touch me again one day.
