His boyish charm is addictive and I sneak another glance. He's right on my tail.
He smiles and I heat up once more. My hands become numb and the nerves are tackling each other.
It's an internal war I know I can't win.
So I stop trying.
YOU ARE READING
HIM
Poetry[Highest: #994 in poetry lol] He's exotic and eccentric. The way he speaks, the way he moves: so gracefully but also so carelessly. As is the way his spirit is childish and interesting but aged and mundane. He's a mystery I'm starting to get hooked...
