Brown skin, warm to the touch, 

soft thighs, 

my thighs.

Excitable words are all I have of you. 

Heated and devouring. 

Control and controlled, 

the binary so close to synthesis the harder I loved you. 

More you begged. 

Pleaded. 

Past tense is all I have left of you. 

Pulling turned into aching, 

Begging turned into resentment. 

Your more turned into less. 

You have become nothing, and that's all I have left of you.