If you come to preach to me of love, Don’t.

Don’t tell me how great it is because I know.

Soft skin colliding, moving, connecting in perfect harmony. Warmth against warmth. Lips against lips. Hands upon hips. Enclosing – embracing –enchanting.

Don’t tell me how fantastic it is, cause I know.

I know the ins and outs. The beauty, the passion, the sparks and the moon and the stars bursting into a kollidaskope of vibrant wonders waiting for the two of us to explore.

I cant phrase it just right but I know.

And now there is a whole list of cannots that I can not seem to master.

Your love left fragmented shards scattered through the memories in my mind. So I think in splinters.

When I see you with someone else I feel that pang of jealousy I am no longer allowed to feel.

You dropped me like hot coal fresh from the flame. And I fell.