Figurine

I stare at the dark figure coming slowly closer towards me, as he walks into the light I gradually start to see him better, his beautiful form. I observe him, trying to take in every last mysterious detail. His plump, luscious lips, his big, broad shoulders, his long, strong fingers, his slightly spiked, messy hair, his deep chocolate brown eyes, his browned skin down to his muscular legs. The way he holds himself tells me he knows what he looks like and knows that he could get any girl he wanted. His piercing eyes gaze into mine, swallowing in all that I am. I notice he doesn’t seem to look down to me like I had expected, instead he looks at me in interest, in curiosity. He takes a step closer to me, my breath instantly catches in my throat and my heart starts to race.