his eyes are of a warm hazel brown.
sat on his chestnut curls, a bronze crown.
sun rays glimmer unto his freckled back
he laughs like a child when i blow on his neck.
but oh he's a man when he licks his lips,
when he holds my hand, then he thrusts his hips.
he took my breath away with the softest kiss
but mine was rough and raw compared to his.
he smiles like a boy when i tell him i love him,
and that i've never been this attached to anyone else but him.
when his tongue whispers back that he loves me, i break.
for i fear, he'll be gone when the morning sun wakes.
lukewarm salt water starts to drip from my eyes,
i've fallen for him, my sweet angel in disguise.
(c) ayesha. h [2018]
opps this was a longer poem than i expected. excuse me, i'm in love