Prince of The Ball

His pampered-brat facade, which I was unfortunately exposed to, conceals a charming and pleasant side of him which would want to make any girl dance with him and forget the world around her. His calming voice, light laugh and twinkling eyes only serve to highlight a beauty that is unique to him and him alone. He moves on his feet with the grace and agility of a panther and sleeps like one as well; with an eye always alert and on the lookout for any sign of his prey. His touch feels like newly spun silk and he cleverly disguises his possessiveness with a charm which would lead no woman to stray. He commands attention, affection and loyalty; all of which he gives in abundance to those he truly cares about. He has a temper which stays for only a split second before it gives rise to the most radiant smile seen on the face of the planet. He promises neither commitment nor fairytale ending; but every fiber of his body and soul cry out for just that. It is a pity that his beautiful soul yearns to cut short a life of love and merriment by abusing the body it has been gifted, through smoke and poison. But it is only a matter of time before he realizes that he deserves all the love in the world and much more than that.