Her Paramour

the bandit with the sparkley smile-
sneaking through the night,
strong hands, and eyes that beguile,
looking for a fight.
Footsteps left leading up and up-
through dirt, and rock, and sand.
like the trail would never end.
thats where it all began.
she was shaking, hearts were racing-
but it was zero gravity from there.
so she let herself go and let her self fall,
and felt the wind rush through her hair.
felt that feeling in her stomach, that sickly tumble of butterflies.
she felt her chest beat louder,
for once-
she felt alive.
a perfect puzzle formed on the edge of his arms ending with his fingertips,
that she was a part of,
and she'd give her heart up,
to forever just- do this.
it's true, she had fallen hard into a trap of his,
but at the same time tangled herself up in a more dangerous web of her own.
and she wanted nothing more than to stay there,
and to make his heart her home.
but the clocks ticked,
and their watches chimed,
and the earth shook real slow.
slow enough for love.
fast enough to not be able to let it go.
early one day she sat where he slept,
with a heavy heart, unable to even think.
she kissed his cheek and scrawled down
her words to him in black ink.
and in that moment she signed away her soul,
she gave him all of her,
and gave him all control. ..
the connection they have is so beautiful,
the closest thing i've ever seen to perfection,
a perfection she's never before believed in,
but he-
is her only exception.