Your kisses were like a dark spell.
Yes, that is exactly what you possessed, dark magic.
You're definitely dangerous to my heart.
You have lured me into one of your traps.
You wouldn’t let me stop kissing you.
You always pulled me back in.

You approached me like a good boy.
I wondered if you had the same wet ***** thoughts I had about you, especially with that body of yours.
Do you want to feel me.
My body is pure, but my mind is definitely not.
I smirked at you, and you grinned at me.
But it was no innocent grin.
You asked for a dance.
I wanted to rub my body on you, but I didn’t since you pulled me closer.
You whispered seductively in my ear:
I know you know about me stalking you, mi amor.
I remember then, I suddenly grabbed your face and stared at those lips as you did mine.
I took the first move, the lead, and I smashed my lips upon yours.

The kiss first started off heated, but then turned into one of urgency.

I don’t love you, that’s for sure.
I want you, but for now all I feel for you is lust.
Don’t say you love me tonight, because then I won't be so naïve.
I'll walk away like a one night stand if you dare to confess your love for me.
We stared at each other, and for a second I wondered if I should get up.
But I would never do that.
Right now I wanted you to be the lead.

You dominate while I submit baby.

I don’t even know you and your making me feel this way.
I want you like a soul mate, a beloved.
I'm so naïve, I should smack myself.
You're a possible stranger danger, but I want you so much that I don’t even care anymore.

I avoided you like a mouse does to a cat.
I tried to possibly block you out.
But your gaze turned me into a hot liquid, and somehow I really liked it.
It was so hot, I felt like I wanted you to dominate me.
Rub your body up on me real good, because I need you close to me, I need you real close.
I was frequently blushing from your bold stares.
I squirmed under that gaze.
You were my ultimate torture.
But I would not approach you.
You don’t need to know that I know about you watching me.

So I didn’t look your way.

When I first knew you, I noticed that you stalked me.
But I admired your stalking, because it showed that you actually liked me.
Someone took time out of their day to watch me.
I don't want you to notice my loneliness, because if you do then you might take me, possess me in ways I really do not want.
I wouldn’t say that you were love at first sight, but you're attractive.
I wondered how many girls you stalked a day.
You really enjoyed watching me as if you wanted to steal me.
Even your envy was very toxic.