Those sweet impassioned lips.
That mouth that I crave so much as the next breath comes from mine own.
Those darkened eyes with their bluish-grey hues.
Hair of the darkest sable you will ever look upon,
The softest silk you will ever touch.

He is my Dark Prince

Tall.
Graceful.
Brooding Prince.
A figment of my imagination with a Saint’s name.

Ravish me with such force that I may crumble beneath you.
When I see you I feel like God has kissed my eyes.
You are my Heavenly creature.

My Dark Prince