No more this, no more that. No more erotic chats. No more questions about when you're going to play with the cat. I've eased back and given you a lot of slack. Did I smother you in the arms of another? Did it scare you that we might become lovers? Did you think once wasn't a factor and could be a non existing number? Did I give away way to much of my private world that makes up my being? It must have made you head for the hills without looking back because you were to busy fleeing. Was I too blunt in telling you what I want? Did I show off a bit too much without allowing you to be on the hunt? I guess I did to much with my deviant body flaunt. Why did everything change? Was I way out of range? Don't get it twisted, I didn't want your last name. I just wanted our little fantasy world to remain the same.