I Don'T Believe In Love Poem by Edmund Calleja

(If you can't save the relationship,
at least save your pride. Unknown)

It was a strange love story
So difficult to forget,
About an older woman
Whom in a disco I had met.

Ours was a flaming love
Full of passion and regrets,
Where my body she just burned
As her smoke in cigarettes.

We drank freely and softly danced
While she’d press me to her chest,
My hands knew where to linger
As she had the finest breast.
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We dated in the morning
And made love all through the night,
She offered me her body
And she set my heart alight.

She taught me how to do it
When she showed me her hot zones,
I never knew such pleasures
Could inflict on me such moans.

It was my very first time
With a woman in her bed,
And despite my inexperience
She kept saying you're not bad.

'T was then I knew there’s heaven
Beneath what women wear,
And that teasing would excite me
I am sure she was aware.

I fell in love with her
And all she had to offer,
I never would have touched her
Had I known how much I’d suffer.

Our love was just one sided
As she never cared for me,
But once she had me lured
I became her sex trainee.

She was moody and full of whims
And she’d dictate how we had sex,
But with this unfinished teasing
She would really really vex.

And as she lay supine in bed
She would have me sleep inside her,
Or not even hold her hands
As all her wrath I would incur.

She wore seductive clothes
And she flirted as we walked,
Little caring that my heart
With my jealousy she rocked.

And while blindly I adored her
I should have known I was her toy,
It was just a love affair
Where she found her sexual joy.

Then one day she coolly told me
That I had become a bore,
As for all the sex I gave her
She just always wanted more.

And that is when she left me
Despite my agitation,
Now I don’t believe in Love
If love means humiliation.