Confessions of a love fanatic
Your touch, the stimulus to my euphoric sensations, imprisoning my innocence with every passionate stroke
Your voice, the soundtrack to my serenity, enchanting me with its beauty and tranquillity
Your gaze, the possessor of my attention, captivating me, exploring the deep pits of my distorted soul
Your love, your exhilarating love, the bittersweet toxicant to my heart
And so
Me being me
And you being you
Both oblivious to
Intertwine eachother into this sorrowful, melancholic trench of catastrophe
That neither of us can willingly escape
