They say when you're in love, you start to hallucinate; imagine things, fantasize.


It was like a drug.


It'd makes you feel and imagine things you'd never thought you'd experience.


It'd make the inner feelings for your adored stronger,harder to keep down.



Even the small thought of them sent your mind into a frenzy. Let alone being near them.


Just wondering what they'll look like in the moments of the ecstasy sends you to your knees.

Longing for the warmth of their skin to graze against yours.

Lusting for the rush of adrenaline between the bodies of each other's slick heat.


Wanting,needing, to hear the shaky breath escape from their lips, as you become greedy for the sound of your name being cried out.



You'll then start to curse at the thoughts of them being with anyone else.


Your blood boiling at the mental image of another hand holding theirs. Another pair of lips meeting the other. And another person warming…your..side of the bed.


Just the thought itself sent your heart into the pits of hatred and jealously.


You wish for violence, you radiate of envy.


You claim your territory.









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