Thoughts swril around
No proper definition
Cant describe him
Never fits in stereotypes
He needs caressing
His soul feeds emotions
Strong and dark
Craving needs with no bounds
What has he become?
Or am i delusional?
Thinking him as saint
Yet
He eludes raw power
Grumbles your knee
Begs for his arms
Knowing its siren's
Enchantment in his soothing voice
Smile that traps you
And your his willing victim
There may be lonilness
He carefully hides
But never pity the devil
For your just a prey
May be his fav prey..... if thats any consolation.