13/33/1

Mad Love Gone Lame

I taste her on your lips
I see her walking down your steps
in her hair sits a mess
I hear her heart beating
every time my head lays on your chest
nostrils swallow scents of a temptress
her aroma lingers on your ear lobes
I almost choke between nibbles
now everytime we kiss
I stare into your eyes
seeing her fire still resides
my resentment cowers and hides
because I still yearn for your touch
a flood of rain for this pain
serotonin drains from my brain
gifting ice to my veins
your heat on my tongue
I blame it on the horns
It's they that had me bite
as you came
now professionals label me insane
but I am just broken
by our mad love
gone lame