He was everything I didn’t want in a man.
But he was something I wanted more in a man.
He lacked every sense of morality but in his touch is the very essence and origin of Ethics.
He was a good boy gone bad and I am a good girl really good.
He wasn’t tall, dark and handsome.
Sapio sexual, yet his heart purifies Diamonds.
He prances with confidence as a king and assertively claims me as his queen.
What audacity, what arrogance?
But I love the dominance. The possession. Oh Lala! What a turn on!
Beneath the charade and beyond my facade is a burning desire.
The feeling is mutual I can tell, cos I see fire burning between his thighs.
The urge to release the passion of a world not nigh.
What if he isn’t the Son of Zeus?
What if he is the curse?
What if he’s meant to chain me…
And I follow in lustful enchantment.
My devil wears Prada, doesn’t drive a range rover.
He’s as smooth as ice, and as flick as fly.