I walk around, nothing to do.
Same thing, every day.
Pathetic people all around.
I hate to say it but I think I'm blending into them.
But then I close my eyes, your walking to me.
I immediately start thinking about you.
The two of us, defeating our foe.
The perfect pair.
Partners in crime.
But we were more, much more.
The way you would hold me around my waist.
The shivers you bring as you breathe into my neck.
With you, my life had more of a meaning then just a power lust.
With you I felt a surge of energy run through my body.
It's different though.
It's something I've never felt before.
It made feel fuzzy-like, warm.
What's the feeling they call it around here?
I remember:
Love.
I had fallen in love.
I never thought possible, and with an unlikely companion.
It's sought of cliché in its own way.
I had fallen in love with a thief.
Not just any thief though.
An Egyptian one, the ex-king of thieves.
It was hard to admit at first.
Having this feeling for people isn't easy for me.
I can barely show it to my own family.
My beloved brother and sister.
But then I open my eyes.
The mirage disappearing.
The thought slowly fading.
Unconsciously I walk to your house.
I knock on your door.
Once, twice, thrice, silence.
I wait, hoping you'll open the door.
Maybe you're out, probably stealing from another unfortunate.
But then I feel strong arms around my exposed midriff.
A chin on my shoulder as a familiar voice speaks to me.
Oh how I love that voice.
Unconsciously I'm blushing as I turn around.
You catch me off guard as you snatch my lips onto yours.
Your signature smirk placed across your soft, pink lips.
Even the thought of you sends me insane.
Your tongue dances with mine as they fight for dominance.
I finally give in and you take over, pushing me ever so closer.
We soon pull away, the urge for air too strong.
By then my face was bright pink.
Your smirk broadens as you point it out.
I hate the fact that you can make me do that but you chuckle it off like a joke.
Only you would get away with that.
You open the door to your house and let us in, not once letting me go.
The rare smile that only I get to see is on your face and I return it with my own.
You say you went out for dinner for the evening.
I can tell by slight taste of blood that was left on your lips.
I go over to the lounge and sit down, your presence slowly followed.
You flick through the channels on the television until you find a horror movie.
We stay close together, your arm lazily wrapped around mine, a little loosely.
I rest my head on your chest.
I look up to you and try to find the words about how I fell to you.
He looked back to me, his eyes telling him that he already knew.
I smiled, letting myself ease into our warm embrace.
Nothing can get better than this.