It's his eyes that catch her sight.
It's his lips that cause her delight.
It's his voice that is raw and velvety.
It's his presence that makes her sweaty.
She can't speak coherently when he speaks.
She is a nervous wreck. A challenge.
His interest piques.
She will win him over.
She's like a conquest to him.
Both play the age old game of love and sin.
For him;it's a game.
For her; it's something more.
More than infatuation that speaks.
She falls for him.
And in the end,he too gives in.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
It's his eyes that catch her sight.
It's his lips that cause her delight.
It's his voice that is raw and velvety.
It's his presence that makes her sweaty.
She can't speak coherently when he speaks.
She is a nervous wreck. A challenge.
His interest piques.
She will win him over.
She's like a conquest to him.
Both play the age old game of love and sin.
For him;it's a game.
For her; it's something more.
More than infatuation that speaks.
She falls for him.
And in the end,he too gives in.
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