there was always a fire in his eyes,
i mean the way they lit up at the sight of me was almost crazy.
he was my book of ****** fantasies,
i loved everything about him but the things i loved most were the ones hidden behind closed doors.
his voice would immediately arouse me,
but the moment he laid hands on me it was salacious.
as i bit my lip & gasped for breath,
it was almost never too much for me to handle.
you see, when you open up yourself to someone & not just anyone,
someone worth opening up to..
the feeling takes you places beyond what you can imagine,
its no longer *** its something bigger, more immense.
i can say not everyone deserved me, but he did..
never promiscuous.
we bonded in a different way,
i thought about him & the way he made love every chance i got.
it made me wonder, did he love me? or was the heat so misleading..