The warm breathes escaping your mouth turns to fog but burns like lava against my skin, your chocolate eyes swirl with emotion and they remind me of the soft taste of chocolate, your touch is a crime and yet an obligation in mind, the smirk on your smug face tells me you a tease but the heart beat rejects every discrete word against it. I hate you and yet I know am lying, go….. But I want you to stay, so confused and so right is this fate or the fortune teller’s lover’s card.