His

Blue eyes, deep-set pits of flame
Glinting smiles before the kill
A memory buried deep in me
Snatches of a time long ago

Rough words, then a gentle kiss
Sharp hands, then a loving caress
Evil visions, pictures of the past
In the scrapbook of my mind

I can't be rid of him, ever
His eyes and hands follow me
Against my will, no matter what
I will always belong to him