Broken from the way you loved

Feigning for real love…not like…

But strike…me with your truth.

Hide me in this booth…

Called your nook.

From which I took.

A break that had such depth.

Such depth from which I was kept…

Captivated by that space.

This special place.

Where your arm meets your side.

And the hair growing in this region is a sign of pride.

Oh how I…long for a longer time.

But got you now, let your love be like wine.

Let me drink you sweet.

The temptation of moving I shall keep, keep, keep.