His presence swallows me whole. His large, toned arms and brown skin made him irresistible. His voice. His lips. His eyes. I wanted him. It started off as a love or lust situation, but evolved quickly as I fell in love with his scent of expensive lotion and cigarettes. How his cracked hands from him working, were yet soft and perfect as they run across my body when he touches me. The way I can wrap my legs around his, and lay my head on his soft chest. I wanted more than lust. I wanted him. I wanted to be his only one.
