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I felt his warmth against me
His lips brushed across mine
Fringers ran up and down my sides
A chill ran down my spine

Looking up at him I smiled
His mouth moved to my chest
my entire heart melted
With every inch he caressed

I had waited so long
For the most perfect night
And though it had happened
The way he held me tight

My heart just fluttered
My spirits lifted
I was on cloud 9
My life had just shifted

We made a few plans
Hugged, giggled and smiled
I smiled and he kissed me goodnight
He walked out the door, my heart ran wild

A few days later
The calls quit coming
His phone went unanswered
My anger just kept drumming

My smile faded
Heart stopped beating
The tears spilled over
My ears were pleading

For one little ring
On Instant message chime
An e-mail message
anything... to know i wasnt used this time...



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On Monday September 25th, 2006, Freebird (642) writes:
Awwww. Been there.. Nice job.


On Monday September 25th, 2006, Astra Dei (644) writes:
Damn, been there. I think deep down that's every woman's nightmare. Unfortunatly, i think everyone goes through it at least once.


On Monday September 25th, 2006, Markus Porkwing (713) writes:
I wish I was used more often. Women always hate being used... but I would love it...


On Monday September 25th, 2006, Fornever_Never (255) writes:
Love fucking sucks ... anyways .. I am sorry I hate the feeling of being used and for the frist time I dont get that feeling .. :) .. but I am sorry that you have to go threw it .. but I know the story all to well ~T~


On Monday September 25th, 2006, carlosjackal (1718) writes:
Pinning all our hopes of love on one person who turns out to be the wtrong one. A poem that nails the experience and emotion of this very well.



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