Danger

You are my only regret.

Danger, danger, I see the fire but refuse to run. Crazy, hopeless, reckless, alive. It’s you, my love, my lust, my hope, my light. My destruction.

You’re the color of the wild, the song of the awake, the smell of uncertainty, and the feeling of desire. You’re the only taste I was denied.

You are the dark Italian hotel room of misused time and wasted moments. You are the scandalous messages in early morning hours. You are a nighttime picture, a secret affair, an erratic heartbeat.

You are fearless temptation.

You are no commitments, and no regrets.

Reviews

[Edward Lancheister]

good expression between and could more lighten to the reader.

[Judy McIntosh]

A great piece, you have captured that crazy,erratic, breathless desire of a lover. Like a fiery danger, yet you cannot deny. I like the line, scandalous message in the early morning hours.... that just continues the
clandestine feeling between the two lovers. Bravo jude

[Sophy Freebirds]

Ohh yes very well written.. i liked the scary touch in which you are attracted to danger... you can not help the magnetic pull.. He is repulsive yet seductive.. keep writing friend...

~Sophy