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His eyes glow a hazelnut color under the sunlight,

lighting my heart up with unexplainable butterflies.

The limelight bounces off his well-defined muscles.

Silence overcomes me as he smiles seductively.

My lungs tighten at the feeling of excitement,

with my eyes staring at his playboy lips.

His manipulation is the only one I can accept.

I strive to be with him behind the bedroom door.

My ears would be willingly glad to obey him.

Craving for more pain from him makes me bite my lip,

gripping on my shirt to contain moans.

I'm up for a challenge with him in bed.

It's almost as if he's my soulmate or companion

in our twisted world of lust, pain, and empty joy.

We ran from our old lives and pathetic homes.

Maybe he's the freedom I've been looking for.

Taking turns of who gets to be tied down,

we become intoxicated without the drugs and alcohol.

This unexplainable feeling between us is addicting.

We observe this world like poor martyrs.