I love loving you.
I crave the faint scent of cocoa butter on your dark, smooth skin.
I desire to see the moonlight reflecting in your sparkling wide eyes.
I wish my hands were entangled in your beautiful, wild hair, instead of his hands entangled around your throat.
If only I could take away the pain that he gives you each night when you come home late.
I also hate that you will never love me, let alone know me at all.
