Wicked 4

By RRSuperNova

His deep voice
Saying hi
A high pitch introduction
Into my life
Simple
Yet
It resonated as
A thousand daggers
Flung into my unarmored heart.

I became conscious
Of his obsidian
Uncontrolled and sculptured hair.
His heart-shaped lips
Natural
Yet beyond anything
I’ve ever seen.
His collarbone…

What am I thinking?!!

Even now looking at those flames
I still feel the heat
Of that masterpiece…

Anyways
Now I know
That was also part of the trap…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: