Not quite sure,

Think we all have felt this way.

Felt the love it was in the pit of my stomach,
twisting and turning,
urning for his gentle touch.
But it was rough and torn,
hurt and tasteless.
I fell so hard in love with his eyes,
his rugged look,
the scent of a man with a cowboy hat,
in seconds that love was lust,
then lust to nothing,
despair.
with no answers, no questions,
just hurt feeling and tears that wont shed,
either way.

Another one.

Twisted and crumbled into a tiny minuscule ball,
your rolling me through your long fingers,
thin and soft the ride is,
at first.
Aching begins to leak out of every pore,
lust tying me down,
love shoved to the ground,
there was no need for small talk,
just hands touching me,
fingers chasing me,
around the inside of your sweaty palm,
after all your work,
you got me right where you want me.