Darkness He Stands

With his dark eyes he stares deep into my soul..
Watching every move he haunts me more than ever..
Lust too deep to feel and a surface not even reachable..
His hair spooked he smiles at me, and with open arms his warmth surrounds me..
Pricking me with every thorn, oh how the pain feels good..
Fingers interlaced, tracing our bodies slowly in a trance of emotions..
Oh how I hunger for this wicked love, yet swallow the sensual touch..
No going back, the poison is rich and love is within each other..

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