xadens

he walks in and then lights get dim everything focuses around his presents he claims the attention of your skin nothing needs to be said just a look and he controls your stare you try to run for safety but your body no longer cares all reservations are ringing in your ear all preservation deafen within his air he presses against your body, owning each breath whispering the words you’re craving to hear you lose what remaining poise as the room dampens with his tease a touch as hot as your heart, this has to be a dream or is it just a single flame that kindled perfectly