Is It Really Love?

Is it love between us
When you fear me?
You cast suspicious eyes
This way and that,
You are not at home when
You sit with me;
You quake with insecurity
In my company.
Is it love then?
It makes me sick.
Is it not love afterall?
It makes me wonder.
Beautiful face
Lean physique
The type that make queens.
All about you is perfect,
But everyday
It is your intrigues that
Catch my fancy,
Stealthy slippery sleuth
Of the passion
Brewing inside of me.