More than once, I asked you to-
romancing the act; holding from you…
Would you’ve done that because I said,
or maybe because you wanted to so?
Decades long, craved for as much-
you laughed about it, and all such.
Whoever wants those unless in love;
did you not know I was in with you?
Placing the bunch on my grave,
kneeling beside; but you aren’t my knave!
Why now do you follow a routine,
when I am no more to accept your “take”?
I refuse to let you touch me again,
promised- shall be; doing it again.
You had refused to hold me for long,
wind shall now wither those away!