Loving you means drowning in you.
It means coming up for air,
But wanting to go back under.
It’s doing and saying all the right things
But still feeling you’re all wrong.
Ordering strawberry wine
And choking on its sticky sweetness.
Loving you is like jumping from a moving train,
Clutching your hand in fear,
No time to hesitate.
It’s being always on.
On the spot.
Loving you is the hottest point of a flame.
I want to be burned.
Singed and scorched beyond recognition.
Give me that pain.
I want the pain and the pleasure.
I want to sin by you lips.
Loving you is Pandora’s Box.