TEMPERATURE

I am going cold
Too cold perhaps, I don't think so.
It becomes necessary
After the moans for love 
And the touches for appreciation,
And getting none in return, it is necessary

You dip your head so far back as you arch your back
Hoping to distract yourself from getting too involved in the process
Removed from the emotions, the needs and the desires, the games, the taunts, the flirtations
That was then, this is now. And I'm just cold.