An overwhelming heat grows in my chest
My body tries to cool itself down, but to no avail
It hurts
My breathing becomes more and more labored as time passes
I think of infinite possibilities
Infinite possibilities of what I could and couldn't do
Of what I shouldn't do
I feel a muddled and throbbing sensation in my stomach
I can't help but hug myself tightly as it passes
Is this love?
Is it pain?
Is it mania?
It's too much
All my true thoughts begin to unravel
Like word vomit, I regurgitate it
I can't stop 
Constant pleasure fills my body
It's too much
My mind goes blank
I'm stagnant
You're stimulating