Wannabe stalker Stories

Biting steel but softAre his eyes as they shineIn the darkness whereWanting is still aPerhaps.Lips curved and strong,Breaking smile,Breaking me,Breaking heartWhen I wake to a roomWithout him.Lines of his jaw,Harsh and tempered with lifeWhere the dreams of his soulMake their mark on my skin.Shadow tense on his turned neck,He weakens my gazeAs he stares and examinesThe gracelessness here.Storm eyes and brutal smile,Hurrican...