Break up - to make up - to leave

If indeed it was to be, it is no more.
The idea of a future is the past,
and the present presents new options.
And as she sips this concoction, she rests assured it'll be ok.
Their subconscious is alive.
Purely kissed, surely missed.
They begin to undress.
Ripping off clothes with unrest.
His body is needy, her lips are insatiable.
Its a hot f*ck love fest, and all desires are invited.
Hands on the wall, she glances back and opens her treasure
Holding him hostage until he erupts in pleasure.
Its warm, its creamy, it hurts, she feels it.
She waves goodbye, and disguises the cry.
They know its over.