Let me tell you about the first time I ever saw you.

The room was dark
and crowded
and full of sweat
and music.
I caught your eye from across the room
and I was yours from that moment onwards.
I approached you,
my eyes never leaving the dark pools
which were your own.
A small smile played on your lips
as you said hi
and I fell right there and then.
Oh, sweet love
it has been more than a year since
that winter night
and I could bear this love
as long as you kept your distance,
as long as you didn't touch me.
We both knew
the moment you touched me for the first time
that I would be yours for the taking.
You stupid, beautiful little *******
why did you have to wrap your arms around me?
Why did you allow me to feel your muscles tighten around me?
Why did you kiss me
so delicately
on the forehead like a baby?
And more so,
why did you return to your lover
after capturing me in this love forever?
Still,
almost two years later
I have to be content with bedroom eyes across the room
and stolen touches when nobody is watching.
Darling,
why are you trying to **** me?
why did you have to touch me?

*Why Do I Still ******* Love You?