There’s something dark about you,
I just can’t say what or why.
It’s a feeling, it’s this state
that you pull me to, it’s the taste.
Maybe the smell of your hair
or the touch of your hands,
the way your eyes haunt mine,
the kiss from your soft pink lips
or the untold words they guard,
but every word is like a sweet treat,
except for the ones that say good bye.
I catch myself wishing to see you again,
not sure if because of the feeling
of your hands caressing my skin,
your tongue pleasing mine
or for the taunt of your look,
but definitely cause there’s something dark about you
…and I like it.