The warmth of his words & the fire in his eyes embalms me in a smoldering magma diced with comfort, opportunity, & passion. The righteousness of his strut. The simplicity of his being makes me so gullible & curious. Such a beautiful creature he is & I’m so jealous so envious of his audacity to be so serene in a world so vicious & mean. I’m so curious to look inside him, See right through him. But I never seem to pass the watery gates of his iris. I drown in them every time.
Such a beautiful creature he is. Such a crime of passion we’re involved in. Murder in the 3rd degree he’s finding every way to unintentionally kill me.