The Phases

When I thought of him my mouth would water

Not for the reasons one would assume

But simply cause his image sent my senses into a whirlpool

But soon thoughts of him made my heart sink

My eyes would drop but they wouldn't blink, careful not to let their juices free

Oh but then came the heat

Thoughts of him rumbled a rage in me

My palms would sweat and my stomach would cringe but not for the reasons it used to be

And now

I feel nothing.