Him
August 23, 2017
His lips
Were laced with venom but brought warmth to my ice cold body
His fingers
Danced on my skin but left marks as dark as blood
His eyes
Were a pool of blue that I was drowning in
His heart
Was as dark as the night sky but as light as the sun
His love
Was dangerous.
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