Your kingdom

''What kind of eyes are those'',
she wondered.

No, she didn't really wonder.
Because she could only feel.
Warmth.
And some kind of mesmerising sensation.
Like, she could trust him.

He is standing there, talking to her.
She has no idea it's him
( cunning little bastard,
he did it, they met h i s way)
all she could think of was
that she liked those eyes, 
and that he'd better ask her out
or she'd have to ask him first,
and she hated doing the asking herself.

But he didn't ask her (yet).
Instead, he offered to escort her
to the subway
( a horrible neighborhood it was)
so that she'd return home safe.

Biting your time, my love.
Like you always do.

Slowly.
Sensually.
Blissfully.
Drawing me into your world.
Or sliding into mine.

Into me.
Mind, body and soul.
And heart.
My heart was always your kingdom...