He was a sight for sore eyes,words were never enough to describe his almost dark beuty .He was the midnight boy ,roaming the starry nights and glowing as he seeps through my window every night ,slight taste of alcohol on his sweet and devine lips.He had smelt of roses the night we first met .With eyes that looked so tired of staying awake every night fighting dark creatures only he knew of.
He was so far away but yet he was so close I could almost feel his breathing in my neck and his hands on my hips like all those long nights back .From that small encounter from so many nights ago I got addicted to him he was a drug and I enjoyed it.
And I would from then on choose him as my drug ,not caring to escape from it .Only lingering on his harsh but loving touch ,his rough but yet soft kiss ,his deep but yet quiet .Missing him when he is far away ,for when they daylight comes ,he goes missing. Wishing for his arrival to come faster every night from there on.
I stay awake every night ,waiting for him till I cant anymore.As I drift of too my sweet slumber I feel a kiss planted on my forehead everynight right before im gone.
He always comes when I reach my slumber .He is always watching me from my window sill ,keeping me save from all the creafures he had to face alone .
If I wake from a nightmare so chilling it sends shivers down my back ,he is there ready to hold me and comfort me while i cry into his warm but yet cold chest.
My midnight boy .
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The love of the night and day
RomanceA sad but yet heartwarming a little spicy love story
