Treasure Island

.... Chetty

(Seychelles)

I am not in love


Yes I am love with his body, every time his skin touches me it's like a rush, rushing through my blood and pumps my heart to beat.
Like food to my soul, his has become my craving for recovery from a broken heart
Do I love him? NO! ! It's so physical, it's just time pass for the loneliness
Maybe I do care for him and I just don't know it!
I should let him go before this gets deep
But I close my eyes and I deepen in his skin, like an adrenaline that rushes through me heart.
Oh I am in love with this psychic relationship
It craves through my blood and my mind goes crazy
Oh I am not in love, no, no, no!

Submitted: Friday, August 12, 2011
Edited: Saturday, May 05, 2012

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