You still turn me on. Maybe you always will. That’s why we played.
I knew it was not a good idea to Skype with an ex and especially not an ex that I loved. (Love)
It was hot.
You knew everything I liked. You made me cum hard.
The next day, we decided to stop.
And that night you called and texted.
I’m fucking horny. Let’s just Skype for a little
When you wanted to play it was okay.
I told you yesterday that I’m not playing with you again. You are in a relationship now and it fucks with my head.
Why is it so hard to find the distance that we both need?
Why do I put myself through his shit?