His eyes are the first thing you notice.
They are like sapphires;
Oceanic, glassy, bottomless.
His smile is the second thing you see.
It's full of pearly whites;
confidant, inviting, a salesman smile.
His touch is what will ensnare you
Those fingertips are soft;
Velvet touch, careful, premeditated
His voice is what will paralyze you
The words he utters;
gentle, flawless, rehearsed
His intentions will never be clear to you
So you keep going back to him;
Careless, ill-conceived, stupid
Lady Byron Community Member 
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