He was captivating and alluring.
He had her bewitched by his mere presence.
His chivalry and ability to behave feral and untamed when required, made him irresistible.
He was a deadly combination of a bad boy who was also a good man.
He crawled into her mind and soul everyday using his imagination to touch her skin and mark her as his territory, with a passion none could envisage.
The nights were enthralling and the days left her yearning for more.
He was akin to a SATANIC BAIT, luring her into forgetting all rationale.
Her passion for him mounted with each passing moment as he pushed her into the depths of the obscure chasm of her own ardent desires.
He was neither an obsession nor an addiction yet he was intoxicating.
His bewitching charm exposed her carnal desires and he reveled in it.
She had the premonition that resistance was futile.
Soon she had the cognizance of succumbing to the innate thirst and the deep rooted yearning.
The intensity of the insatiable passion that he had built up hit her like the fiery breath of a dragon, consuming the body and soul.
He was like a drug to her.
He made her experience a euphoric high everyday.
She delved into the deepest and darkest desires of the night with him.
He was like an ocean of contradictions and she lost herself in its abyss.
He was akin to the enticement of the devil especially sent to ensnare her.
As she scrolled through his photographs one day she realised she was falling for him.
He touched her in a manner nobody else could delving in right to her core.
Her friend’s words echoed in her ears “He’s got real guts and balls”, she remembered blushing a tiny bit at that but not enough to relate the story.
There was a glow about her as she had smiled, the one she had lost in the past months.
It was a reminder of all that he was and always had been.
She started waiting for him,
He became a constant presence on her mind.
He started to wander her dreamland too.
The moments with him were the ones when she felt desired and appreciated.
She reached the epoch where she got the sensation of a safe haven.
It was the juncture where her heart knew that even the ‘savage’ inside her was done for.
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