Your love entices me. You can call it my favorite flavor. Its an erotic feeling that can not be controlled. Its flames forever leaving their marks upon my skin. Similar to your touch. Which I also feel when you're not around but always around in spirit. Forever wondering if  you will ever leave me. Your voice forever wallowing through my ears. If I'm the moon you're my waves, sweet child can you see me now for who i really am. In the eyes of the wise, will i be branded a fraud ? Or could you always see me, i mean really see me. If i drop my facade, I worry that your love will waver. The scent of my past overwhelming you with its aroma. You do not see me. Bceause if you did, your love: an aura that i can always sense; It would no longer be with me, You would no longer be my sixth sense.