Piercing grey stormy clouds with which he glares
Pitch black hair so silky like the midnight
Leather jacket snuggly fitting his body
Arms like steel and a grip like vice,
He stares with an inquisitive gaze
Leaving me in a dreamy haze
His cynical smile so compelling
Almost incredibly enlivening,
Whispers with cream and satin
Cuddles and embraces with passion
Kisses that expunge thoughts and questions
A look as stark as drugs,
Fangs and blood don't disconcert me
In his arms is where I want to be
Held in with love
And caged like a dove.
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