Erica Robinson
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The Heat Between Us
He grasps my attention with his charm. His smile has me linger and I am captured by his vibe. This aura that surrounds him has me intrigued. I know he isn’t all that he seems. This one is smarter than most I’ve dealt with. He raises my curiosity and extends my walls higher to hide the things I know he will see right away. He looks through me but I can camouflage like the best of them. I can’t let him see the hurt just yet. I can’t let him know what a comfort it is to just say how I feel and get a response of his feelings that has my insides melt and my walls descend alittle lower. The more we talk the more I’m caught. My defenses fight back but this one is clever because he disarms me with his words and that look he gives I can’t describe but I know a beast lurks below. He surfaces sometimes and shows me his teeth and how he hopes to bite me soon and make me his. His senses are so acute to my smell that I try to keep my composure when he asks me what I want. I can’t say I want him to kiss me. I can’t say bring out that beast you keep locked away. I can’t say be mine. He will sense my hunger and know that I’m willing to be his prey but he is just as afraid as me. My heart is still broken and I know his is too. He doesn’t show it ,doesn’t say it but damn my aura feels it sometimes. A man who dreams of death every night feels everything and nothing. Only few get a glimpse of his emotions. My feelings are always hidden unless I’m ready to face the truth he gives. It resonates through me lifting off shades I purposely put in place letting in the reality. He unties my bodies insecurities and I like it. If this is just the mental tip of him who knows how the rest will feel when we get physical.
By Erica Robinson4 years ago in Filthy