Wretched

Your love is like a delicious pain to my soul;
wretched,
twisted,
and yet
so satisfying. So deliciously painful.
So satisfying.

Tell me baby, does it feel it good?
Loving the one you hurt?
Hurting the one you love?
Hmm . . . I do wonder, does it feel good?

I remember sweet passionate kisses as you spoke her name;
one tear
I remember you deep within my soul as you spoke her name;
another tear
I remember loving your lies; loving who I thought you were,
hoping,
praying
begging
never to hear her name again
and yet another tear
You loved in lies so much so that I was unaware;
and though I felt the emptiness of your absence;
I indulged in your faithfulness of your words; I believed.
I loved.
I hurt
and I cried.

So tell me baby, does it feel good? Being so deep inside of me,
filling me with your delicious wretched pain;
does it feel good?

Thoughts of what you do to me, I can’t help but love you;
you are so satisfying. So painfully satisfying. The joy of your touch and hell of your words leaves me . . .

ouch,.. that`s painful,..

Love is strange indeed...Nice write again Mig...