Her heart was kidnapped by a stranger
Her body wasn't prepared to be controlled
But the moment she knew she was in danger
His gaze had captured her very soul
Him, right there, with the multi-colored eyes,
With the blue as cool and clear as the deep Pacific Ocean,
And glistening emeralds bathed in sunlight
He has a mesmerizing voice that strokes her libido
And she adores the acceptance to let her fingers sleek through
His messy hair
She used to be the woman of none
No one has ever looked at her like he does
No man's tongue has ever played hungrily with hers before
Not one persons touch has ever drove her insane
She used to be the woman of none
