he was the kind of boy her mama always warned her about eyes full of mischief and words full of deceit but, oh God, when he spoke it was as if the clouds would bow to him & the mountains would crumble in his presence the way he cocked his brow and gave her that sultry smile sent her round and round as if she was on a never ending ride
he was like a bottle of sweet poison addicting, even though it's bound to **** you in the end she knew she'd never be able to look at him and see her future but she saw in him her present and a world left unexplored she knew how much she would be giving up if she died without knowing if the lips which spoke the sweet words tasted as good as the words themselves she knew she would never be at rest in her grave if she never felt the melody in his body combine with her own symphonies running her hand down his spine, discovering the mysteries often left unsolved she knew she would regret it if she let him open her book and read her but a greater loss would be if she never read his
& so she gave in.
his eloquence was her personal brand of ***** and tonight she was intoxicated all the way up to cloud nine his body in the moonlight was like crystal under the sun she just couldn't look away his nails carved words of wonder in her back and his mouth tattooed poetry between her thighs it felt to her as if the words he etched words on her body were even better than those spoke on the stage beneath the spotlight
with eyes full of mirth and wonder she looked at him like he was the only star in the night sky no, boys like him were beyond stars *boys like him were galaxies