Slicked back, bleached blonde hair,
temples pulsating simultaneously with my heart,
which yearns for him,
to notice me,
look at me, and
burn me
with those eyes,
as cold as ice.
I close my eyes and imagine his tall, slender form next to me.
Something i can only do...
In dreams.
A long arm casually draped over my tense shoulders.
His attenuated finger entwined in my hair.
his tender voice, uttering
dirty little berries of sweet ecstasy.
i sigh in delight,
giggling at the danger of being with him.
an indescribable thrill shudders my body,
at the very thought of the pure
unadulterated evil, surging through his veins.
i snuggle close and feel the warmth,
i breathe in the sweet, musky,
masculine scent.
...its too real...
i open my eyes and look up into his, boring into mine.
dangerous yet noble.
i believe when the soft, warm soothing lips
touch my own,
and feed my passion.
this is a drabble which was written for me by one of my best friends, Nafisah Javed, for my birthday on the 1st December. Since she doesnt have an account here, she asked me to post this. Please review so that she can have some feedback on her work!