She tastes danger on his lips and craves more.
He smells passion on her swan-like neck and can't get enough.
She loses herself in the feeling of his callused fingertips skimming her curves, the ripple of muscle as he shifted his weight. He forgets himself in the scent of her skin, the twisting of curls of vibrant, shocking scarlet fanned out over silk sheets as she writhed beneath him.
Sparks fly and tempers rise.
The curve of his perfect lips, the arrogant tilt of his chin.
The flashes of flaming silk, his scent on her skin.
The cocky glitter in his smoky eyes, the satin of her skin.
She can't stop and he can't help himself.
The steel of his body, the fluid grace of her slender limbs.
She is drowning in the rainclouds in his eyes and he is clinging to her smile.
The way he smirks when he is amused sets her blood on fire. The way she laughs when she is pleased clutches at his heart.
She can't resist, and he doesn't want to.
His grin after a victory, her secret smile as she banters.
She is head over heels, and he is falling, falling, falling.
Her scent on his pillow, his steady gaze on her eyes.
She is irresistible and he is impossible to ignore.
Her attitude, her jokes, her wit. His sarcasm, his quips, his smirk.
She is generous, kind, and thoughtful. He is jaded, ruthless, and ambitious.
Her bravery. His cunning.
Lingering gazes in packed hallways, clandestine meetings in empty dormitories. Rumpled clothes and flushed cheeks. Crooked ties and tousled hair. Hushed voices and muffled screams in the dark.
She's all nails, and biting, and screaming.
He's nothing but nerve, and temper, and poise.
She's losing her mind and he's going mad and Merlin help them, but they love, love, love it.
Silken mouths and swollen lips. Heavy breaths and sore hips.
Flashes of heat in the glances she gives him. Confident daring in the smirks he shot her.
He's a dive and she can't help but taking the plunge.
She's a dare and he can't help but accepting the challenge.
He's elegant, graceful, sophisticated.
She's beautiful, bold, daring.
(And they're both screaming).
They're charming, deceiving, powerful.
She thinks they should stop, but the glimmer in his eyes says no.
He thinks it's a mistake, but the curve of her hips says otherwise.
She doesn't belong in his life, but the perfection of his skin convinces her that she does.
He doesn't think it can work out, but the swell of her breasts persuades him.
They're living a lie and loving every second of it.
A/N: So this is very different from my usual work, as I'm sure you've noticed if you've red my other work, but I wrote this a while ago in a random obscure notebook of mine that I recently found and decided to type it up. And that is the story of how this story, poem, thingie came to be. I'm still not sure what to call it, but whatever it is, I hope that you enjoyed it. If you did, please leave a review and tell me your favorite line or quote if you have one.
If I owe you a story, I'm very sorry, high school is being ridiculous. Time is always very short, but I am working on a lot of stuff for you all right now! Stay faithful and review please! I love you all.