His skin is like satin pink silk.
So smooth and flawless.
Like the flowling drapery next to his window which you appear from almost every night.
His eyes are like two amythest gems.
Shining your refelction of heated love in the glow of the moon.
His voice is like butterfly kisses.
So soft, even in passion.
You hear it more fluid behind closed doors.
Under cotton sheets.
Echoing for more of you.
His taste is like red velvet.
Which you crave everyday.
You crave him.
You can't stop it from entering your mind.
His existence is like a drug.
Making your pupils dialate.
And your fangs extend.
You yearn for his body.
And you tremble for his heart.
His being is like a single flower.
Submissive under your touch.
You can break him.
Scatter his petals.
But his beauty won't exist for you anymore if you do.
So you keep him.
Just for the taste.
For the addiction you hold.
And the ecstasy you crave.
He is your sinful desire.
