Passion

Fascinating like psychedelic lights in a discotheque,
When our skin touches, I'm an internal wreck.

The incandescent luminescene that draws my eyes to yours,
Makes me fall further and further down the rabbit hole lure.

Remaining dubious, because this situation is equivocal,
How to begin the end of a calamity that is unstoppable.

He is an unbeknownst malady, that bore into my heart,
An ambrosial, delectable poison, that keeps my sensibilities apart.