Hands, as cold as his soul
As cold as the frigid nighttime winds filling my lungs with despair and desperation.
But the sensation of his lips on mine made me warm again.
And his words made my stomach a pit of silly string, confetti, colors.
Sometimes I wonder if things should have went differently.
One different word one different sentence one different scenario.
I wonder maybe if I didn't touch his lips with mine, listen to his words, succumb to my lust. That maybe id be the one I was once was. But instead I let him whisper in my ear. The snake of Eden telling me things that only my fantasies would be able to see. And maybe, just maybe I like it that way. The risk, the adrenaline he brings is one that only he can. A smile that can melt my heart. Burn down my walls. Bad boy with bad intentions is what they call him. And as much as I want to believe them I can't. I see the fire burning bright behind his eyes. He has what I've always wanted. Life. Excitement. Experience. And with his body on mine it transfers. Transforming me from a child to a woman. And that's what I love about him. He completes me in all of the wrongs ways. He teaches me what it's like to live in all of the wrong ways. But somehow, their right.
