When he looked at me?

I left like the monalisa in skin and bones,
Like the Eiffel tower at night,
Like his every desire and fantasy standing in human form right infront of him.

When he touched me?

He made my nerves ignite and send sparks all through my body.
He would put his arms round my waist and that... That felt like home.

When he kissed me?

His lips pressed against mine, and produced movements that seduced my mouth.
He always left me begging for more.

When he spoke to me?

His voice captured my attention,
Producing sound that my ears yearned for.
Sometimes i would just sit and listen not for what he was saying but how he said it.