The Last Time We Fucked

The last time we fucked,
When I didn't know it was the last time,
Still felt like all of the other times.

It was a flaming pile of:
sweat
a tangle of limbs
dirty words
messy hair
throbbing clits
wet pussies
moaning out for more...

Lips colliding,
Hips urgent,

And release.

The last time we fucked,
When I didn't know it was the last time,
Still felt like all of the other times.

But sometimes,
I imagine it wasn't.

Picture an angry fuck,
Picture a pity fuck,
Picture an I really fucking miss you fuck,
Picture a fuck that says this is our last time fucking,
And maybe you'll imagine what I imagine.

And then add in me.
Then maybe Baby,
Maybe I would have had something to say,

That I know this is how it should be,
But that doesn't make me stop thinking about it.

And if you hadn't been a thief,
Stealing my heart wasn't the crime
But stealing my last fuck...

I keep on trying to let you out of my mind,
Long enough to actually talk to you in person,
But maybe that wasn't the last fuck,
Maybe it's this mind fuck.