I love the way you pretend. I love the way you dress up all skin, and cotton, and beautiful lies. I love the way you tease, my words from their dusty catacombs, with your smile, your sway, your beautiful ******* lips, trailing down my neck, my chest. ******* this neverending journey to the end of your corridors and locked doors. I love the way you don't know how you inspire my deep seated desires. I love your innocence my inner demons coaxing the lost little lamb in your eyes. I love the way you shiver when my fingers make promises my heart can't keep. When my smile makes promises my foundations can't withstand. I love the way you don't ask questions, how you trust me. So lovely, misguided, and I know I'm going to break your heart. But the way you look at me reminds me of what it means to be human, even if what I do to you, proves I'm not.