Smoke filled his beautiful tan skinned cheeks with dimples so cute along that innocent face. His eyes were glazed with love or amusement or pain I couldn't quite be sure.

He kept his teeth white and his hair slicked back. He kept his clothes neat and his shoes polished and he smelled of the midnight sky; I was always a sucker for a well dressed man.

Love wasn't an option but no one said I couldn't be infatuated with his deep voice and dark words that taunted me so easily.

Lusting after you was easy as pie... And just as sweet. You licked your lips and whispered words of ecstasy in my ear. Grabbed my hand and off we went to explore the charming unknown.

He drank whiskey and cheap beer but that didn't stop him from being ever so dashing. I wasn't sure where this was headed but it wasn't smart.

He choked down the shakiness in his voice as he said his goodbyes. He had to get out, move on like those bad boys in the movies often do.

But I realized this wasn't a movie and he would soon be gone. I guess love was an option for me.