I think about you moaning alot.  
For a while, it was my prize, and motivation for everything.  I would do anything to hear those little gasps, to feel the quiver of your body.  I did it because I wanted you to know how much I cared about you.

I did it because I thought, it would make you love me more.  You would fall in love with how good I made you feel, and me along with it.