Tasting your lips, touching you’re skin, holding you close; like love letters on an open fire, I’m burning for you.
You’re no good for me.
I know it.
Your dangerous eyes, pierce like daggers.
Your hands, rough and gentle at the same time, singe my soul with a single caress.
Dying a little bit, every time that I’m with you.
Killing me slowly.
You are reckless.
Your reckless ways, burning me from the inside out.
And I let you.
I can’t stop it.
I don’t want to.
I let it burn through me.
Because loving you is Hell.
Kim V. Poetry