Love and electricity are one in the same. My dear, if you do not feel the jolt in your soul every time a kiss is shared, a whisper is spoken, and touch is felt, then you’re not really in love at all.
Maybe someday I will realize the potential between us, secret friends. But I must admit, I have a secret that I would die before I told you. It falls on forbidden lips that are dying to be kissed. By you, and only you. A crave for lustful hugs, where two bodies shouldn't have met. It's a case of "if things were different..." But they're not. And wishes fall on deaf ears. This is me between the lines of reality and fantasy, lusting after both. Unfair and cruel, just like our relationship.
