Careless love

My stomach is sick, 

My head is a mess, 

I wish you'd just pick,

and get rid of this stress. 

Confusion overwhelms me, 

your fingers trace my skin,

my minds in a fog- I cannot see,

and it seems i'll never win.

Your lips brush my neck, 

Your body against mine, 

You can't tell I'm a wreck, 

because I tell you I'm just fine. 

I crave your every touch, 

as a cat craves attention, 

I wonder if it's all too much

but I love the sensation. 

It travels down my spine,

It blocks out all thought, 

and when I said "I'm fine"

Well, 

I'm really not.