I view the pictures, and crave your motion.
Filled with poison longing for potion.

One more night with your passion.
I ignore the pain as it comes in crashing.
Images of your crooked teeth pulling in the pillow sheets.
Clinging onto me while the rest of the world is fast asleep.

Long nights with lust, and mornings you always leave.
Heavy breathing, but your heart never skipped a beat.

The love I felt piled in heaps.
It was an emotion I kept inside, and left unseen.
Praying that if you felt the same way you would confess to me.