Deep. Intense. That’s how his kiss felt. Comfortable tension In how my name he’d mention. It wasn’t the first time His lips had met mine; But it was the way he made me feel like it would be the last. Oblivious of his real intentions But strangely aware of his expectations. We didn’t just stumble upon this moment Even though it had been ten years. This was still a result of a guided calculation. A well planned schedule. A coincidence of wants and desires; and lust. Perfection. Articulation. This wasn’t a hungry chap at a food festival Or a child at a friend’s party. This was a man who knew how to feed And still leave you in want. This was a man who thought only of himself And still managed to make you care too. He was a slave master you thought rewarded you He was a king you would dream to please He was a small god; or a small devil. Letting you be happy to do his will. He was beautiful, especially in his speech. Manipulating, where you would do his bid A leader, how he would let hims...