Ma Petite

The sound of his voice Like velvet inside my skin Drowning in his eyes Endless pools of midnight blue An intoxicating mix of lust and control Two simple words My breath catches in my throat Things deep within me tighten That forbidden fruit, You know is poisonous But still so tempting The promise of that perfect love.. that perfect moment A banging on the door Incessant demands of the real world I sigh, put the book aside and return to my life.