The immature boy crush. except for this time it was adult. the feeling in her stomach was not that of butterflies but of a flame. a hunger. a desire. his touch, a quick jolt of electricity that filled the air and thickened. the timid mouse becomes the lion. he was soft and rough. the right amount of hot that made one squeamish. he held the silk sash of lust over her eyes and lulled her deep into a trance. his face, his touch, all of him. the smooth bass his voice bellowed and the daggered touch he offered. it was heaven. never once did he offer chivalry but not much did she care. his eager fingers probed her fresh flesh as if it were his last chance to feel. her breath sharp and his eyes glazed. all in a flash her soul was exposed and was now toxic. this toxin being so addictive it tasted like sugar on a tongue. tantalizing was he and dangerous he was. he could've been an angel. suddenly, his robe of white turned an ash grey and faded to a pitch black. his once glowing self formed into a demon. an ominous red glow of hell. all she saw was empty. her life fading with every sharp word he spat at her. her day grew to night. the midnight air stagnant in her lungs. she burned with the silk and realized he took the only pure of herself she had left. her innocence. the pain of his memory is forever etched into her skin. the Angelic demon; forever on repeat in her heart.
