He was rage.
But aside his rage and darkness, he was lust and passion.
It was like broiling in hell while tasting the most nectarous of wines.
He was ultimately not good for me.
But yet I continued to let him discover me.
He slowly unraveled a part of me I wanted so badly to explore.
And as I sat on the hood of his car,
He gleamed into me as he walked closer to me, put his hands on my waste line, and blew his cigarette smoke into my face.
“Show me something.” He said.
So I did.
I told him my body was the universe, put his hands under my sundress, and whispered, “Explore.”