Questions

It all started when I questioned his beauty,
Does he really love me that much?
Will he, will he wake up in the morning and take me to church?
And I drift into a sunken place of another's touch
A touch that precedes fire but I sink!  
A fire that burns but I can't help myself when it starts to glow,
It surrounds me and compliments me like I'm it's Gasoline, with the smoke in my eyes it's starts to get hazy, a haze blurring me from his beauty that's within.
 
With every touch I sink deeper.
 
Another's touch grows on me like a tumor -scratch that...
Sows itself into my pores like he'll be my future.
It ties me up at all my joints with one lick on my lips it burns deeper with in.  
 
1,2,3 we kissed, forgot the world and claimed to be free. Free from the beauty I had,  
Free from the love we deserved..