With a crooked grin, sly hands and one dangerous voice
I was hooked.
His eyes were like storms
Powerful. Dangerous. Chaotic. Wicked.
Eyes on his target
He watches me like prey
I see hunger and lust in his eyes
Mysterious and dark
He pulls me in.
But his love was not warm
Bloody knuckles and Busted lips
Blooming bruises and Hallowed Eyes
Being with him was heaven and hell
A bitterness hidden by sweetness