His eyes had the look meant to be looked at.
Whatever that means.
It’s indescribable to me.
His mouth - it played words that danced to the sound of his lies.
His lips gently rolled against mine, with angst, tenure, yet exuded a constant delicate, velvety poise.
He wanted to touch me - feel my skin against his.
But I was tentative,
for I knew he was fire,
and I could get burned.
Those marks have healed but remind me of his demons I always played along with.
His ways must surrender to my will, everything I long for.
In the meantime, I’ll never get enough of him as I revel in his dark allures.