His scent could not be compared to anything,
It was a mixture of masculinity and tenderness,
It was absorbing, enticing, it drew me in so deep that I didn't care of the depth.
He seemed very bad, bad in an exciting way, in a thrilling way,
He challenged me, his smirk and cocky smile made me tingle,
He knew the right buttons to push and when to push them,
He was my mysterious puzzle that I would never mind solving.
To say I was captivated would do no justice,
I was drunk. I was drowning. I was addicted. I was high on him
He drew me in, in a way no other man did,
This was more than love. Heck! This was way above love.
This man was mine. All of him, every bit of him
His scent, his body, his face, I owned him and I loved every second of it,
And He owned me in way I found safe and comforting,
He was mine and that's all that mattered.
Every piece of him was mine. My man. Mine!
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Thankyou so much for choosing musings of a millennial.
Love, Misky.
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Musings of a Millennial
PuisiGuys like you were bad for girls like me, maybe that's the reason girls like me always fell for guys like you. ~Just a young girl trying to find her way around using words.
