Was it love?
When you grabbed me tight and kissed me senseless on movie night.
Was it love?
When you lips burned its mark on my lips , my neck. Claiming it as a prize.
Was it love?
When you shoved me against the fridge grabbed my bottom tight and filled my mouth your own lustful desire.
Was it love?
When you held my hand when it trembled with sadness.
Was it love?
When you gently peck my chin as you lay your head on my chest and call it home.
Was it love?
When you held me in an embrace so tight and promised the world that night.
Was it love?
When I let you kiss me senseless, mark my neck and slam me up against the fridge.
When I let you hold my hand while my feelings were exposed.
When I let you peck my chin and allowed you to stare into my soul.
When I let you be granted safe passage pass the great walls around my heart and pulled into your comforting embrace.
Tell me , so that I can understand why you chose her and not me.
Was it love?
