Eight ball of mine

Everyone is so afraid of you at first
You don't want to hit it while in the middle of the game or in any part of the game

But when you get to the end of the game...that's all you want.
Is it because your choices are now off the table
Or just because that is the death winning ball.

You frightened me
Your thoughts made me shiver
Your ideas sheltered mine
Your face was to handsome to get near
Your touch was lethal

Now your mine
You're all I want
You're all I crave
Your touch gives me goosebumps
Your lips make me shiver
Your eyes make me want to never turn away or blink

Find your eightball
And then make that shot
Make it in
And I promise you're in for the win.

Best decision I've made thus far.