danger.

he walked in, on a monday.

a stranger; a tall and dark stranger.

reminding you of the ocean -

wild, and dangerously loud.

he was bursting confidence.

charismatic and ambitious;

a walking charm.

oh darling, you were intrigued.

he made you smile,

and he left you wanting more.

like a snake he slithered closer,

and he touched you.

that night he offered you his hands,

a promise of security, and warmth.

and there you stood, staring at him...

an untamed ocean with a promise of warmth.

little did he know you;

a broken soul.

intoxicated by yourself,

a living nightmare.

he was towering over you

but a man-child could never shake you. 

with a smirk, you started walking

only stopping ten steps later...

"sorry, i don't do married men".