Hazel eyes, chocolate skin - a summer evening,
where the dream begins.
Your lips, like oranges, sweet and bright - a
citrus kiss in the heat of night.
Your touch so soft is melting me in a fiery
sway.
A foreign taste, both warm and new; yet I
can’t figure out this essence of you.
A spark of poison, a tempting thrill.
Addictive pull, a dangerous game - I can't
resist it; I love to play with the flame.
Let me crave this forbidden pleasure - like a
snake’s bite, it feels so right.
I sense the danger yet I can’t move on;
It started affecting me - I thirst more.
…
You’re a mystery I can’t quite solve; a rare
delight, spiced with fire.
There’s something in your scent, a note I
almost know - familiar, yet elusive;
I feel you like a place I’ve yet to go.
Your voice carries a rhythm so foreign that it
pulls me in,
Unravels my core leaving me craving, yearning
for more.
In my dreams, you live like a soft refrain,
Closer than anyone, yet driving me insane.
You blur the edges of what feels secure and
well-known,
You are my thrilling chaos I can't help but
keep on coming for more.
Here you are, keeping my mind wide awake,
Every thought of you I compare to a liquor –
so dangerous, so mild, so warm.
Are you the hunter, or am I the prey - the
lines blur with each passing day.
So let’s play this out, let’s write this
story;
Push me, pull me – you claimed me as your own
– this dance is not that easy;
This chase of minds, this waltz of chance—an
unorthodox, forbidden dance.
…
I’m the smooth shot that hits your veins,
A buzz you can’t shake, a high that remains.
I am your designer high, so custom-made - that
kind of thrill you can’t evade.
When the hunter flips, becoming the prey
caught in the rush, you bent to my will.
Pleasure takes over, no time to retrace— this
round is mine, I’m winning the chase.
…
I crave the rush of chocolate and fruit – so
sweet and yet so bold;
You’re my plaything in this fucked-up scene -
I keep it chill while you chase the dream.
The roles flip fast, we’re caught in this
heat, - who takes the crown, who admits defeat?
Adrenaline junkies, we’re both addicted to the
game - hunter and prey we’re both to blame.
…
Another conversation, another day fades way,
Until you realize—I’m the spider and you’re
the fly, tangled in my silky web
So helpless to stray.
