He was the only one who kindled an inferno inside my heart that could burn through the stone cold wall I built around myself as an armour.  His eyes looked at me with lust that even Danté couldn't compose in his writings. The way they pierced through all the filthy thoughts I could conjure up in that moment; telling me– in it's own cryptic way– what he would do to me. His lips worked miracles on my skin, making it tingle...