he seethes with raw power the first time i see himpure menace and rippling muscles in shackles hes dangerous hes wild hes the most beautiful thing ive ever seenso i hide behind my prim glasses and my book like i always do because i have secrets too then he shows up in the prison writing class i have to teach and he blows me away with his honesty he tells me secrets in his stories and its getting harder to hide mine i shiver when he gets too close with only the cuffs and the bars and the guards holding him back at night i cant stop thinking about him in his cellbut thats the thing about an animal in a cageyou never know when hell bite he might use you to escape he might even pull you into a forest and hold a hand over your mouth so you cant call for the cops he might make you come so hard you cant thinkand you might crave him more than your next breath