Such Small Hands

Her elegant ways were overpowering, that smile stretched as far as the ocean; bringing me farther away from the shore until I was drowning in her embrace. I caressed her cheek bones, her flushed cheeks gleamed mean in the dimmed club lights, her Bambi eyes a threshold of want and need. I was that, that want and need. My lips sliced ear to ear, my heart was fluttering faster than a hummingbird's wings. The music roared in our outermost atmosphere; she had me right where she wanted me, and I her. It's toxic and consuming, I refused to pull away. Her laughter cooed with the harmonies, flashes of fear and curiosity were well hidden beneath her surface, but I knew better. I always knew better.