The pickle

The pickle is I know

we have to stop talking 

that leads to horniness

that leads to laughter

that leads to reminiscing of the past

a wild, passionate, short past

that ended in you leaving, you could not handle me

now you want more of me

but all these years you didn't think to search me out

Another sign, it was not that deep

It is because we are talking now, you said the time

I reached out that you realized, why do I, still feel like this?

Does it matter? yes we gel together yes the connection is still there

but what will be accomplish together besides great sex?

I guess it doesn't make sense, to be available to him then be mad

when he acts like he's my boyfriend.

It's just that right now there are no boundaries 

we are playing ourselves.

You left the house to speak to me on the phone until 8am.

I don't do that for nobody. Next day I sleep in, not up and available for my kid.

I am not at the top of my game. Need to change the building, reset. And after all this time,

still I say. Why didn't you tell me about the vacation coming up? Probably came about 

a family trip it was already on the horizon. When you were speaking, it sounded like a boy's trip.

I don't understand. I guess I fill the crevicess. This thing you hide when others come in the room.

I am sneaky like a pet. And your addiction for me is starting to show, you like the sexual stuff.

The pickle is, I already know. I have to let you go. All this has to stop and the enjoyability of it all,

it can't be reason to keep it going. We need to go back to what? never talking? or just stop talking, make it less and less. Let's just stop for couple of days. See how it resets.