Contentment

A shame to see,

What used to be a love full of passion;

Die out with no chance of survival, no remedy or solution

It used to be full of life and vigor, our relationship

He breathed life onto my body

One that left me catching my breath hurriedly

His touch inciting spasms coursing through me

Those blissful moments has an end apparently

For I could not incite any contentment from him to me