Auras that are mysterious and captivating,
Magicians who deceit you with acts while smiling;
Every look or touch that is exchanged is electrifying.
The passion cannot be contained or explained,
but his hands play with my emotions like a card game.
It spirals out of control, surfacing his true soul –
Feeling used and abused, battered and bruised; I reach for a glimmer of hope.
My colorful aura reaches for his,
while holding on to the most important card like a magician whiz.
The closer I get, the darker his silhouette –
He attempted to leave me scarred,
I vanished before he could play his next card.
StephMoura 