The Love That Never Was

To be intertwined in passion...
Deep in orgasmic thoughts...
Love spelled, numb..and at peace with ones self...
I wonder...
Does he feel me, am I really his?
Does he yearn for me? Like I yearn for him?
Can he sense this love is real?
I wake up in shock because instead of sweet dreams...
I ponder bad things...
Like him leaving me, or him loving her...
I'm a realist, and I need security...
NOT a ring but in it's place, give me the opposite of promiscuity...
Be monogomous
Leaving our LOVE, SEX, MINDS & SOULS only between us...
So do you feel me...
LIke I feel you?