#badboybatch

The ‘bad boy’ decked in leather, cigarette smoke wreathing him like a halo. He looks so good at being bad that you cannot look away. Is that a jaded invitation in his eyes, or just your wishful thinking? You move in close, compelled by the desire to sweep that raven lock off his brow–and by the undeniable need to taste that devil smoke upon his lips, upon his tongue. Hoping as the saying goes, that where there’s smoke, then there is fire…and that you can burn together. In a dark, delicious dream, you burn together.