You were always the same,
in the way that you’d play;
every time we'd progress
you'd go and push me away.
For two years I chased you
but you refused to believe,
that I genuinely loved you
and that I'd never leave.

You claimed you were trying
and giving me a chance,
but really you humoured me,
my every advance.
Yet I never gave up,
I plain never quit
and then one day I kissed you
and you went with it.

Could you imagine my butterflies,
the welling inside?
Finally you were my girl
‘n I was filled with pride.
Two days would go by
‘n I’d be as happy has can be,
then you’d do some bizarre switchy thing
and turn off on me.

Yeah, it hurt and I cried
but did so silently.
I never gave up;
just went on persistently.
‘n eventually I’d get us back
and try to step things up.
You would concede temporarily
until you next gave up.

This religious thing, under your skin,
had me at arms length.
You’d kiss me only,
‘cos your purity was holy
and you believed in it with such strength.
Then an idea struck as to how I could keep you
and have you crave me back.
I would have to seduce you,
corrupt and unloosen you,
by ravishing you in the sack.

This way you’d give yourself
in the most personal of ways;
and your beliefs implied you’d keep me.
Thus my planned intervention,
derived from honest intention,
would finally trap you permanently.

And through utter unwavering coercive exertion -
testament to my dedication -
my seductive success had you out of your dress
and indulging in mutual masturbation.
You kissed me hard,
wound your fingers through my hair
and I believed you were falling for me.
Caressing and stroking,
grinding and provoking
each other so intimately.

A powerful build up to a passionate climax
after two years of self control.
The beauty of the waiting,
the anticipating,
quashing finally the electric dipole.

Awash with warmth,
love and passion,
my every thought about you.
You left my bed
with quivering legs,
but only for a day or two.
We returned again
and again, we entwined,
sharing ourselves once more.
But what I didn’t expect,
what I couldn’t predict,
is you’d switch colder than ever before!

Instead of the passion bringing us together,
you announced you felt condemned!
You’d abandoned your beliefs,
maintained you didn’t love me,
thus we permanently had to end.

Now if we speak
I still say you I love you,
but it’s pointless as it’s only online.
You won’t come and see me,
you won’t even come near me,
you maintain that you’ll never be mine.
You only speak now to me
for self reassurance,
to feel better about no longer being pure.