I Feel You Fingers…

Cold On My Shoulder…

Your Chilling Touch, As It Runs Down My Spine.

Watching You Eyes…

As They Invade My Soul.

Forbidden Pleasures…

I'm Afraid To Make Mine…

At The Touch Of You Hand,

At The Sound Of Your Voice,

At The Moment Your Eyes Met Mine,

I Am Out Of My Mind,

I Am Out Of Control,

Full Of Feelings I Can't Define.

It's A Sin With No Name.

Like A Hand In The Flame.

And Our Senses Proclaim

It's A Dangerous Game.

His fingers ran up and down my body, his breath trickled onto me. His eyes illuminated the dark room; his hands cold as ice. I feel him near me, I smell his flesh, he's not just a dream anymore; he's real. I want him to be real. To touch me in a way no one else can, to pierce me with eyes silver like steel. He haunts my dreams, every night I see him, teasing me with passion. If only for a moment he could become more than just a sweet dream and when I wake, I don't want it all to disappear again. I want him. I can feel him, he's so close yet I can't reach out and touch him. Why…why must he torture me? Why must he promise me sweet and empty lullabies? How does he know exactly what I want? I've had dreams of him for so long. I know every inch of his face; every hair, every pore. But I knew he wasn't real. I knew that between the midnight hours, I was his but then when the sun arose, I lost him again. Never did I think that he could be real because he was only a part of my imagination. That is, until I saw him…at Hogwarts.

NEE! Just had an idea about a story and I thought I'd write another story. Tell me what you think.