Our time was fleeting, and not because of the amount of time we were allotted. Our time was short because my feelings did not last long for you. At first I was hooked, but after the lust faded I wanted to be with her, the one I am supposed to be with. The one who gets me, she doesn’t have to strain in order to know how to talk to me, or how to please me. The one I sometimes forget I do lust for. Even when I’ve lost my rhythm, just when I think it’s gone, she makes me want to dance again.  You were too busy dancing with yourself to realize that I wasn’t feeling your rhythm.
Our time lasted a long time, longer than anticipated, and now it will be suspended almost too soon.  You’re the one that I want, and we’ll see where time takes us… When I get back, if you still have that rhythm, you bet I’ll know how to dance.