Bookmarked

When he wonders the lengthy halls of the library, and the ambience of the light catches his porcelain face, it accentuates his crispy jawline, and it’s not until we peek at one another through the trundled bookcase that he flashes his smile and places his pointer to his lips as a gesture to STFU and he winks before dipping his finger into his mouth, beckoning me closer so he can have his way in the library.    
   
Why do I find your presence disturbing !? Juxtaposed.  
   
I turn away, and hide from his blatant gaze as he stared me down like a rabbit chases a greyhound around the track, and he’s hunting me like the other half dozen, dissecting my intellect & pushing my buttons, whilst stripping my psyche to its core and we’re headed for another head on collision as our hearts ponder the beating that’s forecasted to F us both up, and his elegance stuns me whilst the aroma of his scent leaves me starry eyed, and inhaling deeply.    
   
Do we ever learn ?! I think not.  
   
And I turn to head for the nearest exit door, and he steps in front of me, adamant that he’s going to pin me down like a butterfly in a pressed album, just for keepsakes to display on his unmarked coffee table in the office he keeps immaculate, whilst snoozing on that scorned bitch that looks like a cat that’s been electrocuted.    
   
What am I to do with you ?! Ponder.  
   
I’m tangled in his web of lies as his cock strains against me, his eyes are dilated and the shades of his potent ceruleans leave me weak at the knees as my head spins whilst inhaling his aromatic scent, and his breath is hot as he rubs his face against the side of mine with his 3 day growth, subtly tickling my senses, and he bites my neck and leaves his mark as I pull away.    
   
Why do I always find myself in these circumstances !? Blind.  
   
His hand grips my throat and I feel his tempered rage as a tear rolls down my face, and he’s no different to the others, moulded by society and its expectations that it’s a man’s world, and he doesn’t cope with rejection too well and a million thoughts race through my mind when he asked “why aren’t you dead ?!” knowing he’s already paid several people to terminate my life. He’s killer to look at in the flesh, unassuming & unpredictable.  
   
Advice  
Don’t marry a man with money that’s hellbent on hunting you down whilst fucking with your intellect to cope with your independent & autonomous nature, and if you do, be careful not to end up on a cold slab in the morgue.