My love is dangerous, like getting stabbed by a knife handle. I make love like a psychotic dyslexic.
My love can only occupy one person at a timeLike a pair of dead batteries, I felt energized. Love is the light in my Can of Darkness.
My love can only occupy one person at a timeShe made my heart melt, so I replaced it with a new candle. Love is illuminating.
My love can only occupy one person at a timeThe disappearance of love. Two become one, like I cross my legs, intertwined, and hard to run.
My love can only occupy one person at a time