The first time I layed my eyes on him, I knew he was gonna hurt like hell. Once he looked at me, I knew I was done. His eyes were piercing but they pulled me like a magnet. Mine were his target and his wink was the trigger.  His body language was enough to speak volumes to me.  He was wrong in all the right ways. The worst part was, he knew it would kill me. He's beautiful but dangerous. He was hot as hell, but just like fire, he was good to watch, but not to touch. I tried with every bone, muscle and temptation in my body to resist the heat or else I'd end up burning in his hell. I guess you could say, he's dangerous for me.