why are there some blokes stupid enough to burn the nights, otherwise  cool and uneventful?

is it that green dragon called sexuality?

is it only a kiss or some contact somewhere or a thing much denser and tangled in the brain?

why do we sometimes fall for the ones we actually should hate?

hate is a strong passion in the heart, like love ... perhaps.

it consumes us without letting us know.

where are you dear, are you listening to me?