Our Love Is An Oxymoron

The bitter sweet taste,
Of your breath circling my lips.
The hot cold touch,
Of your fingers lacing my hips.

The never ending wait,
As your body lowers to mine.
The love hate arch,
As you find your way inside.

Then,
The sweet morose tears,
That flood because you left.
The outstretched cripple of life,
That claimed my heart a theft.