The simple luster and bouce of curls

that frame that face I admire so.

Jawline,

sharp as a knife and splattered with

miniscule dark hairs that prick with every touch.

All mine. 

I long to feel those hairs like needles on my lips,

to course gods fine work along every crevice of your being

we align 

Red are your lips, voluptuous and smooth like silk

and frosty eyes that burn like ice, although

benign

for pupils you have none, but what you lack in sight

you have a surplus in heart, and knowledge in love.

Entwined

are our souls, body and mind, for where the light is concered

it's not I who is leading, you've taken me to the stars and back.

A love divine.