It was her veins,
how they hypnotized him
It was the way she smiled,
how it nearly imitated his
It was the way she brushed her hair back
and tried to stay out of sight
It was the way that she easily took control
as if she was the dominant half
of their nonexistent whole
She didn't tell him the things that were,
only the things that she wished they were
He could tell
in the way that one knows themselves
what she liked
beyond alll of that
He leaned closer
to taste the drip of her lips
within his
as for a moment;
this was it
She was his to devour
in the only way one could devour themselves
He smiled
for she became that very smile
with a grin of her own.