His eyes caught my soul,
with one look I was being held down.
With every breath he took,
I felt mine being taken away.
And with that curious smile, my world began to shake.
I don't want you
I whispered out loud and for a moment I knew I was lying.
He chuckled, and he looked at me,
I don't want you either, but damn are you cute. Thanks for trying.
Blushing I turned away.
I'll give you mine, as long as you promise you won't loose it.
And Ill take yours, and I promise I won't use it. So our keys will stay in our pockets until we are ready to break free.
But undoubtedly I question, so he looks at me,
I don't want you he whispers again,
while grabbing my thighs.
I should know better,
but I'm falling for those cobalt eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
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