Too busy wondering how your lips taste, to wonder if you’re a villain.
But I’m drawn to you.
Of this there is no doubt.
You have me questioning myself.
I never do that.
Too busy taking in the sound of your voice, to pray that you’re not a villain.
But there is something about you that is just so intriguing.
Something about your soul that I need to know.
It’s a thirst and a hunger, that I can’t set aside.
Too busy running my fingertips down your body to hope that you’re not a villain.
But I’m willing to take a chance.
A destructive leap into the unknown.
Because I have to know you and then maybe I’ll know myself.