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Swagger

He is broad and built

His shoulders and each muscle

Begging to serve as a haven for your

Face, fingers and grip

His smile is crooked and innocent

Both at the same time

Just like him

Drawing you into his world

Of naughty and nice

You imagine how you would like to

Relish one taste

His voice sends tingles

Up your spine into your depths

The sound strums the music that

Awakens a volcano in you

And then he looks at you

Your heart erupts

The caramel drops of honey

Are molten

They stare and sear you through

He sees you and you see yourself

Becoming weak and waiting for the moment

When he will strike the match.

The jet black hair, the beckoning smile, chocolate skin and

Those piercing eyes

All together, he is radiating intense heat

You feel it to the bone.

The pit of your stomach is sparking

Pure electricity

You are melting within

It will only take his velvet voice

To drip with your name once

To ignite you completely.

He glides towards you and

You hold your breath.

You are shivering with sensation.

Oh yes, he will kill you and you

Will welcome the slaying.

He is closer, your hairs stand on end

He approaches with the swagger

Of a lady killer.