A silver flicker. Spark, there it is. A pass in the hallways,
and a smirk at dinner. Passion raged in his eyes. Lust ruled his thoughts.
Yet, he mimicked her. Sneered in the classrooms and raised a perfect
eyebrow in manners less than innocent.
Brush of hands in between classes. Strong as any potion. There was nothing to desire. The way he flaunted himself, his suave and confident stare; it made her want him. It created need.
Nothing but a need. A burning hunger, deep inside. It felt empty and hollow. His hot breath would tickle the back of her neck. A distinct masculine aroma hung heavily, embedded in sweat. His soft, strong hands would play at the nape of her neck. Whispers were let go into the well of her ear, heavy with sin and corruption.
Combustion fuel. A little peek through halfway narrowed eyes. Moving closer, a smirk and a pout. She would moan and writhe before he got five steps. And then, everything was still.
Stop.
Brush of hands in between classes. Strong as any potion. There was nothing to desire. The way he flaunted himself, his suave and confident stare; it made her want him. It created need.
Nothing but a need. A burning hunger, deep inside. It felt empty and hollow. His hot breath would tickle the back of her neck. A distinct masculine aroma hung heavily, embedded in sweat. His soft, strong hands would play at the nape of her neck. Whispers were let go into the well of her ear, heavy with sin and corruption.
Combustion fuel. A little peek through halfway narrowed eyes. Moving closer, a smirk and a pout. She would moan and writhe before he got five steps. And then, everything was still.
Stop.