Old Item (The First Love)

For some reason I felt his presence differently. He was something special. An entity like nothing else. It was something unheard of. Like a song, his voice filled my heart with insane emotions. A whirlwind that throws my professionalism away as I beg to know what is happening to me. Who am I? Your touch. I can only dream how whimsical it'd be. I've never felt something so vivacious just being near you. No contact. Heat. Body heat. Unadulterated lust. Who am I to deny my lust? Blatant sexual desire? It's in my body. My head, as if over taken by a drug, goes into a stupor when, as a canine, I sniff you out. Listen to me! Damn it to hell I need you. You're something I need. It's no longer a want. Like air, food, water, shelter, I live for you. Lust for you. Need you. Who's voice? Is that you. I'm off the train of thought. You're voice is hypnotic and poisonous. I'm in a trance. Then I see She's your object of attention. The green eyed monster bites. Could I get away with murder? A sidetopic, you're all I wanna talk about.