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Villain


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.


Villain.

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