Those eyes, those big brown eyes. My mind gets hazy and I can’t help but smile. As beautiful as they are, they’re just a distraction from your lips.
Those lips that slow my breathing and make my heart pound loud. Those lips are perfection, it’s dangerous for a boy to have such a weapon.
I think about your hands and where they’d fit best…my back, my hips, my neck or my hair. But for some reason the thought of you makes my wrists ache. Your big strong hands with your fingers wrapped tight.
You take control of me and I want you to feel how much I want it. Your face buried in my neck and your breath sets me on fire. Those lips and your tongue - I can’t take it. My wrists are free and with a sigh I hope I’ll have your fingerprint bruises on my arms in the morning. One hand goes to your back and the other digs into your hair. Your hands tighten their grip on me as you tear me apart. Then you hit me with those eyes. You annihilate me with the ecstasy of your eyes. I fight to keep mine open and as I lose the battle I’m gone.
I never had a chance.
