cheber lang ito

She’s a paradigm of inevitable manipulation. The obsession that kills me eventually. My subconscious. Her gaze sets goose bumps to my skin. She’s an epidemic that corrupts my system, and the antidote for my corrupted system. She’s my drug. The one that destroys my brain. She hypnotized me, and before I know it, I’m completely submissive. Her caress temporary pimples my skin and her scent causes contraction of connective tissues at the base of my hairs. Her kiss creates tension and mayhem. I’m deranged when I’m with her. And I liked it that way. She changed me. I don’t know if it made me better or it made me worse. And I don’t care. I loved her for no cause, and I don’t need one.