In the morning it appeared nothing happened. No lust, no fornication, no sin.
By midday you could've thought we were in fact from the same kin.
But when the sun ceased to shine he took me in his arms. Under blue moon we pretended to be in love.
Love, what is it but another fickle feeling I have yet to taste? Oh and taste it I would not from anything else but his scarlet lips alone. Yet It would be rash to allow myself dwell into his sapphire eyes finding in them stars where I know there is nothing but a pupil.

I would ponder this with someone If I could but the saddening truth is I have no one besides, well, him... Or should I say he has me?

"You're quite pensive aren't you little lady?" He interrupts walking into the room whilst unbuttoning his shirt, a cigar lingering between his lips.
"You only said a few words all day, come on tell me, what is it? Did you not like what we did last night? Or just now out on the terrace?" He asks with a devilish smile.
I swallow, he makes me so nervous. I feel if I speak too much he will find I'm merely immature, although ripe on the surface.
"I enjoyed it. But...maybe its not the case for you but, to me it felt, compromising."

Hearing this he sits by me placing a hand upon my leg but not with the same intention as before. This time it came with a comforting air, as if I could confide him.

"Hey, it was your first time, its normal to feel exposed and confused. But If it makes you feel any better I didn't see a single flaw in you."
My cheeks feel instantly hot, I smile blushing "right, tell that to my doctor."
"I definitely will, I can't have my girl digest more drugs than me" he jokes making me laugh slightly. Then he proceeds to say soothingly as he caresses my cheek
"Goodnight. I'll give you space until you stop feeling so 'compromised'" he winks with a smile getting up.
"Wait!"
He turns, "What is it, love?"
"I don't wanna be alone."

He holds me, I rest my head on his bare chest listening to his heart beating as he slowly runs his hand up and down my back in a way that makes me feel safe. In this manner I'm convinced I want to give myself to him, toss my heart at his feet. But if he tramples it?