I could see him, yet I couldn't. His blonde, curly hair to his blurry face. I could see his captivating eyes, yet I couldn't seem to memorize them. I could feel the strong dominance that spilled from his tall appearance, yet the affection he had for me was unbelievable.
I knew he was dangerous, yet I couldn't find myself not sinking into his touch, yet again, running away from him. I knew it wasn't good, but it didn't feel wrong. If danger felt like this then I wanted to experience it all, go all the ups and downs, cross all boundaries.
But I wanted to do it with him, experience it all with him.
All I could do was melt into his soft, loving touch. Caressing my delicate skin with such care, the adoration reeked off him and I couldn't help but feel those things. His voice was so vivid, yet not. He stood like an angel yet walked like the devil, himself.
He was dangerous and I knew.
He was a dangerous I yearned for, one I needed.
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Eunoia • Book Two
Poetry𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 ❞ • • • • • Book Two of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. • • • • • ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐...
