I've always loved how your pale skin glistens with sweat when we're out in the sun. The way your cheeks glow pink when it's cold, and when the tip of your nose follows suit, to me it's deathly cute. The way your tall, slim body moves gets me in the mood for un-explainable things. The fact that I get to watch you every day makes my heart palpitate, but knowing I can never have you makes me want to have yours on a silver plate.
You won't ever be mine.
I'd have to take you, sneak up from behind. Knock you out with a swift hit to the spine.
And only then will you be mine.
As I watch your chest float, me chest flutters. The angry flaming mark on your perfect neck, a hickey from my fist, would make me stutter.
If you were conscious that is. The feel of your softness under my fingertips in riveting. Playing in your heavenly soft hair is a dream I never want to wake from. But then you would never wake because of course, you are not mine to take. So I lay you on the bed and stroke your face.
I half wish that you'll open your eyes so I can see those glazed hazel orbs. But alas that isn't the case, though it's okay, for on your body, my body, I will place. And this is the only way that I'll get what I need. To whisper sweet nothings as I take your body, while my body burns with greed.
I kiss your slowly graying lips, then your frigid right ear. I only wish I could hear your breathy moans, pants, and possible screams.
But we can't have everything we want, can we?
So I finish in your freezing frame, and it was exactly how I imagined.
I even had the courtesy to clean the both of us up.
But you can never leave me, for I need you like a future tree needs a current seed. So I can't stop my hand as it paints your cheeks in bright red mist. That soft neck has finally been marked, with a single crimson smile.
And I will always love your sickly white skin, no matter how cold it gets and I will never have regrets, even as I lay your body to rest.