Beauty and Beast
He made my pray.
He made me lose my breath.
He made my knees weak.
He pissed me off.
He turned me on.
He terrified me.
He inspired me.
He made me shy.
I never knew why he called himself a criminal until that night I saw him dance.
This man is dangerous but he wouldn't hurt a fly.
I call him dangerous because he made me feel every single emotion all in one night and he didn't even touch me.
This poem is about:
Me