My phantom

[br****]

He’s my phantom. He drifts through my thoughts like a slow, dangerous song — voice that soothes then sharpens into hunger, a presence that fills a room before he steps into it. His personality is a quiet claim; his looks are a verdict. In a suit he becomes worship and threat all at once — my mouth waters, my knees forget how to stand. No matter where I go, he’s there, prowling the edges of my mind, taunting me like a lion with its prey. The moment I see him I will melt. I will give in. There’s nothing I would not do for him. I am his prey. His obsession. His.

[Sp****]

It was not my intention to be drawn into such an intense mind-numbing story. Substatance, value, tenacity, humility, honesty, and perseverence all make this a notable piece of writing. Your depth is apparent in your writings, and your internal fire transfers straight to paper. That *** is one that a man could only dream of touching.....