a gothic god, that's what he was, all women seemed to agree
the funny thing, so laughable, was that he had a thing for me
his
eyes were bright, and darkly shadowed, from them seemed flames to shoot
he had an aura all his own, from blackened eyes to steel toed boots.
his mouth was sculpted, don't you know,
it
seemed, by michaelangelo
lithe, he was, and perfectly formed, i could scarce take my eyes away
i never questioned why he was better looking at night than in day
sleek, he was, a panther.... his grace, it just tugged at me...
and in his large, artistic hands was repressed sensuality...
to hold them, see them, feel their touch
i wanted, oh, so very much...
his mind was sharp, and very quick, no brighter'd i seen yet
the sad thing was that though we'd stared, this babe and i'd not met
for centuries or seconds, it seemed, we communed so wordlessly
then, forever, sparks flew between, and connected him to me...
blood ties us now, and how we feel,
won't change, for blood is
soulmate'ssoulmate's
seal...
no, i most certainly did NOT write that about
anyone in particular... hmmmph!
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