Venom leaks from his pores,
His eyes are treacherous but his damn
Stare is addictive like Mojo.

Everytime he speaks I dare to submerge
In his Delusive yet beautiful words.

His Fragrance is the mixture of sweet destruction
And grown up, his hairy face reminds me
Of a hot summer day at the far end of lust.

There's a secluded truth behind his eyes, an
Untouched, a Forbidden secret with yanks
At your shoulder, it feeds off your curiosity.

But some unwanted things are meant to stay
Unwanted, Not Revealed~

© Willows