His kisses are cold,
His kisses gives me shivers,
His eyes held rage like the storm,
His eyes stare at you like a lightning connecting to your skin,
But when he loves,
He pours out what really is in his heart,
He burst passion,
His love like storm,
No matter how danger that can get me,
It's hypnotizing,
It's captivating,
It's mesmerizing,
You can see the bruises in my skin when he loves,
But I think that's what I call the beauty of love.
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I named it 'the storm' because it's raining outside with lightning and thunder.
-RosesAndJewels
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