My Own Novella

[Verse 1]

He comes,

From overseas

In a land with distant shores,

Where heat runs in his veins

And his passion

It isn't in his words

But the way he moves

Across a room

[Pre-Chorus]

Moving with lethal grace,

Like a predator stalking prey

[Chorus]

Skin prickles

And senses sing

The fine hairs stand on end,

Before turning and facing,

Heart jumping into the throat

With words unable to pass

The chokehold

A presence has

When our eyes connect

There's a sense of home,

[Verse 2]

His fingers graze their waist

And they're no more,

The fire spreads, making their hearts flutter,

Before burning in his embrace

The games his fingers play

On the nerve endings in the brain,

Cause scarlet to cross their face

They ask, "Why?"

But nothing comes

Except for them, when he's finished,

[Pre-Chorus]

Moving with lethal grace,

Like a predator stalking prey

[Chorus]

Skin prickles

And senses sing

The fine hairs stand on end,

Before turning and facing,

Heart jumping into the throat

With words unable to pass the chokehold

A presence has on vocals

When our eyes connect

There's a sense of home,

[Bridge]

He's no good,

But like a habit

It's hard to put it down

When you've picked it up again,

Yet, wished to get wrapped up

In his charm,

Once again~

[Outro]

If I could follow you

I would,

But the place you live

To me,

Is imaginary-