bad boy

i never thought id be that girl who falls for bad boys

but when i saw him

my stomach churned from the anticipation of his

enticing smirking mouth

and deceiving blue eyes.

when i spoke to him, 

i was entranced by his stories of 

drugs and sex and crime.

i was transported into a wild world of

freedom and beautiful scum.

i choked on the smoke that left his lips as he kissed me

filling me with the sweet aroma of marijuana and gin. 

his callused fingertips left black traces on my skin

of another evil world i had not yet explored,

and as he bit my neck i felt

the rejuvenation of being bad;

he seemed to feed off my innocence.

 

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