His fingers are long like a pianist's touch br Looked into his eyes and made him blush br Slim and tall with eyes of jewels br His stare secure hs tease so cruel br Just to run my hands along his chest br Pull away his clothes my skin against his br Seduce his charm allow nothing less br A kiss from his lips so hard to resist br His hair silk and blonde and long to his neck br Curves round past one eye red tips at all ends br His skin soft and clear his uniform clean br Clothes casually worn shirt see through on skin br Black and white seem his only two shades br Would you carve your name with a razorblade? br Would you take a chance slip into my arms? br Believe in me have faith in your charm br br Monday 29th September 2008br br Emma Woodsbr br