His smile was like the sun.
His skin coaxed in innocence.
Locks reflecting an onyx sky.

He radiated in light.

Burning her lithosphere of pain.

He gazed with warmth , touched with empathy.

He tasted of desire.

He reeked of sin.

But it was already too late before she knew she'd never win.

........

Aching soles, lungs afire.

Concrete, cooling her aching desire.

Skin bare, littered in blush kisses.

Silent footsteps.

Aiming sleep.

A shot he never misses.


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Trembling down beneath, his warm fingers sending her heart into the pits of grief.

She wanted peace.

He never wanted her to leave.

© Inkpens