someone who kills me with a precise shot in one try, has high-voltage
attraction. he's sweet, but also like poison that strangely makes me die smiling in his romance. he admired my crown, and gave me a
comfortable throne. he's a poem that i search for in every dull canvas that piles up. he's a hot guy who looks into my eyes first, combs my hair, admires my face, before kissing me.
i love him and every way he treats me.