His eyes on mine,
Too piercing,
Intense.
I have to look away.
I can't stand his gaze.

His voice in my ear,
Too mocking,
Serious,
I find it difficult to listen.
I can't concentrate.

His lingering touch,
Too warm,
Comforting.
I look forward to it.
I can't help myself.

His lips on mine,
Too gentle,
Persistent,
My mind is muddled.
I can't seem to win.

I hate him.