Touches

       Once upon a time your touches were sexy, seceductive an ohh so tempting .. It was as if the Gods blessed you with a gift of passion an skill.. You were always locked into passion , there was a way you had with words ..  

      When your skin touched mine you lit my soul a fire , making me feel as If I was the only girl for you.. Now we all know that was just a fantastic fairy tale and like all fairy tales there is a ending!  With each ending there is suppose to be a beginning but I'm at loss.. I'm the same woman who liked it rough , who gave as good as she got!! Yet the kid gloves has came on an now I'm treated as something breakable .. Something that can be removed from its shelve to be looked at , yet only touched with the softess of touches. 

      I'm tired of being the mother of your children , the safe one, I'd rather be the one you share your desires with .. 

The one to feel your passion hear your moans as your grasp my hair .. 

So instead of asking for more i stay in the role I know so well, safely hidden from expections an failures