Honey coated words were his bait,

His grizzle brown eyes, the fisherman’s line that reeled you in.

Once caught, you cannot be unhooked, as he traps you in an inescapable prison.

Going home with him seals your fate,

The freedom called home is vanishing, it’s already too late.

His arms will be all over you as he strips away your outer defenses, tossing you in a flame that makes you soft of the inside but glow with deliciousness on the out.

His lips will find your flesh, that’s when everything will be lost, as he takes all your life force inside you, for pleasures of his own.

At first he looked at you with desire, one that’s easy to comprehend, but once he is through, he’ll cast what’s left of you away and go fishing again.