The skin of his shoes matched the serpent inside his soul. I was mesmerized because those shoes were electric blue and he whistled like my grandfather. Intrigue and sentimentality seduced me.  I knew of his venom and yet I still wanted to taste his lips. His coy words and refined manners made my hair stand on end; a perfect gentleman. He was the viscous master I couldn't help but adore. The trace of his touch singed my skin leaving his mark behind. I didn't need shackles to make me stay; the desire kept calling.