I.
His thoughts spilled out like milk upon the floor
and I nearly cried.
"Quick, get a towel!"
I remember him saying,
but it was already too late...
I had frozen;
chills crawling down the back of my neck
as if he had gently bit me.
Running a hand through my hair
I turned to look at him with a sedate expression,
"What?"
II.
I see in black and white photographs
due to having a gray heart.
The greatest deception of all
being him distorting my aura into a kaleidoscope
of everything he wants.
III.
L... U... S... T...
I definitely knew how to spell that,
it emanated from every pore of my body
veiled by the sweet scent of raspberries.
"I don't know what I want"
I tried to whisper,
but his smile refuted every letter.
Sweet surrender pushed my legs apart
and drowned me in milk.
Adding your comment:
Jeepers. *covers her lil' ol' librarian eyes and quietly walks away* 
You really need to warn people they could get a fever reading your stuff! 
