In Whispers

Belonging

There's something wicked
in her sweet little smile, and
he can't quite place his finger
on what he feels for her.
She's thrilling in ways
he can't even begin to describe;
just looking at her sends a jolt
running straight down his spine.
Her hand might as well be buried
wrist-deep in his chest because
she has a hold on him, and
he still doesn't understand how.