Constantly fighting with my innerself, begging my mind to forget, this my heart is weak for what it yeans,  lord knows no good can come off this.

That swèet smell of you;
The aroma always daring me to get closer;
And you, such a devil you are, you deny me not.
A stare into your eyes urging me on, and you keep drawing closer to me, I feel your body heat entering inside of me. I feel you possessing me, it’s crazy I know…

That vanilla taste in you, memories reminding me to want to bit your lower lip, just to see your eyes bubble out in a fright of me, routine way i move my finger on your arm, magic trick, always seems to work.

You always saw my next move, it’s like you knew my every intention, and I recall your every reaction

It was all too easy, my heart paced as i made my move, but you, so calm and collected, expecting my every approach, meeting my kiss half way each time, so perfect we could rhyme.

I was thinking am playing, but maybe there, I was the one being played

So I just want to forget, but...

My face fails to ignore the bliss that your memory brings, I smile and it’s all because of you.
Frequent laughter most times in silence, from memories of then, now.

I cannot get used to this, a mad man in the eyes of many, I am definitely insane, but how?

I won’t lie, I never saw this…never even hoped for it, my wishes never got this far
And I could never have a dream this wild, not in any day dream or romantic thought in all those lonely nights, all loving with no fights?

We walk too close to the edge you and me, I love the fear of falling, it’s so arousing
Maybe the only time I feel alive, being alive is excruciating, but for sanity I will walk away
I go for only a short while, you know very well that I am addicted, and i will be coming back for more

Moving towards an end is so stimulating, it’s like walking to your death, seeing your body transforming into a godly being, all in your conscious, priceless!
What most fear we embrace,
What most hear from whispers as taboo on dark corners, we enjoy in our lustful ways

This cannot be love, it’s too real that it is surreal.
I am now suffering from these pleasures that you bestow on yours truly,
Man was never made to love this strong,
I tremble from the touch of your finger,
I reach out to your departing shadow, I can feel the warmth of your perk in my memory, and i hear your voice wake me from my dreams.

Impossible but true, we have been served a dish for two…