I look up to see feet
Covered in shoes that have seen
The best of days but still serve;
Curious as always been
My eyes follow the lead
To the legs hidden behind
Grey pants a tad shy of description.

Nothing much there to see;
It is quiet but for the sound of balls
Rolling within my eye-sockets
And onto the waist and tummy
Partly hidden behind the prodding fingers,
Easing on the phone in amazing fashion.

Slow down, says my left eye
Look what we've got now,
Fingernails I dare say are drastic
Tailored in a way not stochastic
They are easy on the eye and tempting
To touch or kiss, but on with expedition.

Usual around the chest,
It's covered but I can imagine,
Two pears of loveliness or otherwise
Beckoning outwardly or otherwise,
Introversion it could be, who knows
Albeit in a way deserving a mention.

Destination is a smiling face,
Complete with blue angel-eyes
With multiple blushes on meeting mine,
Hi there, this is Josh and I'm blush blush,
Says my silly, shy right eye,
Hypnotised and swimming in illusion.

You are beautiful!
I could sit here whole day watching,
Following every movement of your hair
As it responds to the passing wind.
You smile and it's my celestial ticket;
Who can say no to such invitation?

You are beautiful!