Lately
I am not sure that...

It seems
possible that I...

I think
that fostering a sense...

I wonder if
just one...

Your lips
pressed softly...

when you tell me that
I'm beautiful...

You told me again
and again...

Today
I'm feeling itchy...

All I saw were
your curves...

I ran from you,
a skittish yearling...

I wonder when
your parasitic nature...

I need to know
I am safe...