I know I'm a slut when I texted I miss you and that I wanted to see you so bad. But am I still a slut if I tell you I miss you every single day and that sometimes I cry myself to sleep because there's nothing I can do about it?
I know I'm a slut when I asked you to pick me up and spend the night with me. But am I still a slut if I tell you that you are the only one who gets to take me home away from home and that I spend my empty nights hugging my pillow instead of someone else not you?
I know I'm a slut when I hugged you straightaway the moment I saw you again after the unnumbered days of longing. But am I still a slut if I tell you how much I want to embrace you whenever things in our life get so hard to handle and that I strive with all my might to survive each day without you by my side?
I know I'm a slut when I rested my arms on your shoulders, wrapped my hands around your neck and kissed you hungrily. But am I still a slut if I tell you that no one's lips came after the first kiss we shared and that I can't imagine someone else erasing my lipstick except you?
I know I'm a slut when I got turned on just by looking at your bewitching eyes and feeling hot by your warm presence even with your clothes still on. But am I still a slut if I tell you that no one else's eyes could make me so wet down there except yours and that I've never been so aroused in my whole existence until you came in to my life and on the bed we shared?
I know I'm a slut when I absentmindedly got drunk on the first date and fearlessly gave in to you on the first night we spent together. But am I still a slut if I tell you that I will still give you my bare all even without the influence of alcohol and that the memory of the foremost heavenly dawn we shared will always feels like it just happened few hours ago?
I know I'm a slut when I moaned so loud and got so high when you rocked your hips so fast and took me to myriad bliss. But am I still a slut if I tell you that the euphoria I feel because of you does not include only sex, but the fusion of every distinct firework my heart and mind beholds which only you could light up?
I know I'm a slut when I fell in love even if I was the only one falling and I'm left wondering why. But am I still a slut if I tell you that this one is peculiar and the most wonderful at the same time and that I'm afraid I might never get back up from this dive and free-fall?