Some people become part of your thoughts.

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@angeldeviljas
Some people become part of your thoughts.
She was never an angel.
And she was never a devil.
She was simply a woman
who learned when to be soft and when to become the storm…
soft longing in its darkest form…
You felt safe with me…
and that’s how I got under your skin.
she never tried to keep you…
and that’s exactly why you stayed.
you felt it too…
you just didn’t say it.
she’s got something in her eyes…
not innocence something darker.
something that doesn’t ask…
it just pulls you in.
she’s beautiful in the light
but at night?
she’s the kind of pretty
that makes you forget
what safe ever felt like.
she doesn’t love easily.
she watches first.
feels everything.
and then she decides.
but when she chooses you…
she doesn’t halfway stay.
she marks you, in a way
you don’t even notice at first.
she can be soft
just for a moment,
just enough to make you stay.
but the rest of her?
it’s fire.
it’s chaos.
it lingers on your skin
and somehow stays in your head
long after she’s gone.
she doesn’t show everything.
she never has to.
she knows exactly
what one look can do.
loving her was never meant to feel calm.
…and you still looked.
good morning…
there’s something about the way you move in the morning slow, almost careful,
like you know exactly what you’re holding back.
Warm hands, quiet thoughts,
and a depth that doesn’t belong to daylight.
not everything in you is meant to be understood some things are just meant to pull someone closer …
Mmmm good times 😈
the sun says hello…
but so does the devil in me.
there’s something about being desired quietly…
felt… without being touched…
Who has a fetish for buying me things. I’m into that. Speak up now
good morning…
still half lost in dreams,
but already wondering how i feel in yours?
this is just the version i let you see…
the rest?
that’s where it gets interesting.