Whispered kisses on my cheek.A grin plays on my lips; so coy and so meek.My muscles are sore.In the heat of passion, I begged for more.I stretch my body giving you a show.You aren’t really there, but how could I know?The touching, the kissing, making love until dawn.Now come this morning you are gone.My back has gone cold.Longing to be someone you’d hold.My fingers run along your pillows dent.You never even gave me the sl...