jeanmarcock

         He was always there, in your dreams. Every night, once you'd drifted off to sleep, he would be there. His crimson eyes would stare into yours with an enigmatic desire, his hypnotic smile entranced you to no end, and his raven hair felt soft against your cheek when he kissed you. His kiss...soft, gentle, yet passionate and needy...it was like a drug, always making you want more.You didn't even know his name or why he came to you in your dreams like this, but he was so alluring, so entrancing, you would always forget your confusion. He would always hold you so gently, wrapping you in a comforting, warm embrace, and