They say love is to blame but it was never love.
I longed for the feeling
I never wanted you
The sensation,
The passion
My eyes, They scan your surface. They lust for your secrets. They undress you, naked. They explore every inch. The sight drowns my machinations with scenes that will cause me to burn. I stopped and stared at your eyes. I don't love you.
My hands, I chained them before me. Restrained but they are unraveling. Searching the space between us. Reaching your physicality. Snaking around your waist. I stopped and held you there. I don't love you.
My lips, I am holding them back. I locked them with my teeth. They crave for your taste. They are hungry for your juice. They wanted to make-out. To suck the breath out of you. I kissed yours. But I don't love you.
My mind, I have lost. Deranged, insane, and mad. My biggest threat. My burn. My lost. My pleasure. My hell.
