The chin is where I'll begin.
Round, similar to a bubble, though able to touch.
To the lips, full and raw.
They say yours are a door to ones heart.
Together, the mouth that tells secrets and lies to keep those you love.
Jawline symmetrical like a pair of birds wings. Watch them tense then fly.
A check so soft that I need to feel it over and over to prove its existence.
Above, the nose, so you can smell the honey cinnamon nectar on me, attracting you like a bumblebee.
Then our eyes. Yours brown like melted chocolate and mine ice blue. They met and in that second I felt a deep and profound connection.
Faces.
Intimate and real