Smoke

Maybe it was his eyes, or his smile, or how reckless he was. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, or his dominance that was oh so perfect. How he wasn't afraid to live on the edge and take risk. How you never knew what was going to happen next with him, he was a mystery. A beautiful mystery that made me yearn and crave more of him. His touch, his smell, his lips, the addiction of him. The perfect mix of love and lust. I wasn't just falling, I was playing games in the smoke.