Trapped by You

I like the way you wrinkle your nose when you are about to sneeze. It makes your face bunch up like a little rabbit when its chewing. I like the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about dancing. You light up and you become alive. In that rare moment, you are truly breathlessly beautiful. I become trapped by you.

            I like the way your hair falls around your shoulders and how each strand has a different hue that shines in the light. I like how your hair smells after you come out of the shower just like fresh flowers. When you’re nervous, you like to wrap your finger around your hair, twisting it just like how your insides are feeling. In that rare moment, you captivate me entirely and completely. I become trapped by you.

            I like the way your legs look when you wear a pair of shorts. They’re long and slender and fit perfectly together as you lay in a hammock. Your flesh is soft to the touch and inside I can see the veins that decorate. When you’re trying to seduce me, you cross your legs together and I’m lost. In that rare moment, you pull me into your soul. I become trapped by you.

            I like the way you look at me. Your eyes draw me out into your soul when your pupils dance around. You give me a taste of what is to come when your eyes pull me in. When you need me, your eyes turn dark and misty, almost black, with want. In that rare moment, I am yours forever. I become trapped by you.