Sugar Kisses

He was a handsomely beautiful mess of bad boy with lips like sugar and a book full of adventures that I have always wished to write my own story in.

I wish to taste his sugar lips and caress his tongue with mine.

I could feel his hands around my throat but I’m sure that they were just mine.

He is sweet with a butterfly heart, with the mind of a book and the soul of a hurricane with sugar kisses; for only he can turn my tide.

He was a hurricane strong enough to cause a tsunami.

But I was the one who was drowning in him; in his soul.