Last Time

The sheets stick to my sweat-soaked skin,
my eyes close in sweet ecstasy,
as I glow with the aftermath
of feeling his body on mine,
the heat of him filling me,
moving within me,
taking me.

“This is not going to happen again.”
He smiles, the cat eying the canary.
“Of course, sweet cheeks, I don’t doubt it at all.”
I sigh, look away, try not to rise to his bait.

We both know I will return.

My addiction is deadly.