They way he once looked at me
as if i were the most perfect thing that could be
how is it, that what he saw
could bipass society's laws
my innocents, he did yearn for
maybe, in Truth, a little more
he captured my attention with his stare
provoking me, as if a dare
his danger, it lured me in
to find out, what really lies within
sweet nothings, he whispered in my ear
calming my every rising fear
my every feature, his fingers did trace
in his silken hair, my own had laced
his voice again tells me how
wonderful it is, I'm so endowed
my skin melts beneath his touch
loving the way he feels so much
no matter how wrong this may be
society will never see
he and i were meant to be
in this embrace for all eternity
