Do I seem dead to you?

Do you think it stopped?
The yearning for your fingers against heated skin?
Do I look like I have lost my feminine tensions?
Do you think I have forgotten what it felt like?
What any of it felt like?

I try as hard as I can
To put it in the closet 
To be the good girl 
till the day I say I do 
To some guy
But the more I see the less likely I see it happening

The warm in my blood
The pressure between my legs
The want to touch my chest, my breast 
I know what you think 
I know you think the desire stopped

Warning: Soon it will simply die for YOU 
And knowing you, you'll simply blame me

This poem is about: 
Me

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