Dangerous Beauty

I think about The Times, Our Times; I think about what he did, how he did it, What I did, how We did it. His fingers through my messy hair, on The Weekend mornings. No one else did that. His playful argression, No one else ever had that. How nice his touch felt, And lips tasted... How nice the smell of The Older smelt. How nice everything was, Not nice at all. Beautiful. A Dangerous Beautiful feeling, taste and smell. Dangerous for the both of Us. More dangerous for Him... It was not up to me, How my feelings arranged themselves. They decided among themselves. Leaving me with no control, Except for how i was going to use these feelings, For my OWN advantage. No advantage at all. Just two weekends, That's all He needed, All He needed to get me to fall. Even after warning me, He wouldn't be there to break my fall. Telling me the catch, Would hurt more than the fall itself. I told Him he was worth it. I fell anyways, And He let me.