Infatuation

Things change?

Whatever.

I knew you didn't mean it.

But I fell for you.

Or at least,

Thought I did.

Fell for your love.

Your touch

Your voice

Your smell

Your taste

Long to feel your lips placed upon mine,

Just once more.

I love it still

Your body,

I mean.

Not your mind

Never that

Not real love

Infatuation.

But still,

I need it.

Your caressing touch

Your entrancing odour

Everything.