A/N: Here starts the second story, which doesn't have anything to do with the first.
Disclaimer: This is mine and not, heh.
He tastes like cocoa powder, and everything that is right with the world.
But he moves like sin.
Intense and alluring and seductive and oh so tempting.
And he feels like heaven.
He's a graceful contradiction. Something I find ridiculously fitting.
Frighteningly apt.
Because he turns me into that contradiction, effortlessly pulls me to his dark, contradictory side.
He makes me want to be near him and continents away.
Emboldens me yet turns me into a coward.
Draws me out and pushes me alive; makes me wish I was numb to all feeling.
He is everything. And nothing.
I want him to be neither, both, either.
I want all. And none.
He strolled straight into the rectangle of my life, turning everything.
He turned it upside down, right side up; he turned it vibrant, made it dull; he turned around all my thoughts, yet cleared them.
He is Contradiction.
And I am helpless, strong.