He held on to his elite loneliness,
He took pride in being misunderstood...
No, he wasn't looking to uncomplicate,
No, he will not let me in, she asserted...

She melts him, slowly, from the edges,
desire ablaze under his austere shell.
Yes, she wants to be burnt by him,
Yet no, she does not.. 

He is like her when he is guardless, 
He is closer when he is not cautious... 
No, he is not playing to surrender
No, he wants no more than desire...

She resists confessing, of all that she wants
Passion chokes under the unsaid thoughts.
Yes he is her fantasy.. .
Yet, he is her fear too.

He explores her endlessly in his mind,
He yearns to indulge her in his dreams and crimes...
No, he will not dissolve the distance,
No, he won’t unveil his disguise...

She longs for the sweet misery 
of when her armor would protect the gash.
Yes, she will eventually give up.. .
Yet, she will never move on.