Eyes, Skin, Lips
His eyes,
They sing to me.
They sing a song that no other man had sung.
They sing a song that compares him to no one.
His eyes are the windows to my heart,
Which explains why he can find his way in so easily.
His skin,
It soothes me.
It soothes me like a warm bath after a long day.
It soothes me like a back rub,
"You need me to show…. Oh no, you know the way."
His skin is like a remedy to my common cold,
The common cold that is loneliness.
To feel his skin next to mine -
Which is sublime, and so fine, and so smooth that it soothes.
His lips,
Pure delicious.
They taste of lemon-drops,
They taste of lollipops,
They taste of passion and hope,
Burning to my soul.
His lips are the gateway to my spirit -
Without his lips, I wonder if I am really whole.
I gotta be strong,
I can’t let this man become my life
But shit!
I can barely help it, let alone
Toughen up.
His eyes, his skin, his lips..
..sigh..
There goes my luck.