Passion
The Wolverine
The first day I saw you,
I caught you looking,
Undressing me with your eyes,
You smirked and looked away,
You may as well have clawed me,
Tore me apart in the open,
Your eyes so dark theyre almost black,
Lips that look swollen from kissing,
Your touch is like electricity on my skin,
The closer we got,
The more scared I got,
I hadnt felt this way in a long time,
Your fingers on my skin,
Sent shivers rippling across it,
The promise of a kiss,
Never quite making it,
The side eye you always give,
You have the perfect come to bed eyes,
I felt your claws pierce my flesh,
Sliding them through my ribs,
Tearing out my heart,
There were no pictures,
No physical contact,
We both felt the pull,
Like magnets attracting each other,
I wanted to tear you apart,
I still do,
My heart aches where you pierced it,
I fell hard on to the concrete,
I couldnt breathe,
I felt you breathe on my neck,
Your lips a hair from mine,
Hands desperate to touch,
I tasted your cheek,
The salt from your tears,
Staining your face,
I held you close and comforted you,
You pierced my heart again,
Im still chasing that kiss,
Chasing your touch,
Forever.
