They astound me, thine eyes,
Filled with such glorious emotion,
That even when they overfill,
They smile at me.

Thy voice, like nectar to a bee's throat,
Speaks of wondrous words,
Of majestic tales and heart felt lores,
And they escape your smiling lips.

And a fragrance so sweet blows my way,
To fill me with an indescribable ecstasy,
And gently wafts back and forth,
As you hold me in your gaze.

Therefore stand evermore by my side,
As I attempt to match your prints,
For the mark you left on me,
Only God knows I can't rinse.

It was all there, and it was real,
It was my first and I thought it beautiful,
Then we closed our eyes, and it happened again,
What was real? I couldn't quite comprehend.

Then I felt it,
The hunger, the pain for more,
I captured his lips with mine,
And away we went to another place.

I hadn't confessed,
I'm telling you it was he,
But he was soft and gentle,
Not judging like many would be.

So I sat still as he kissed my lips, my neck,
Then travelling up to my forehead and my cheeks,
When we opened our eyes again, it was like gazing into a river,
Our eyes were so close I could see the rings and shades
multicoloured blues,
I never noticed that before.

Then there was a twinkle in his eyes, and he burst out laughing,
I joined him, mixing my fingers in his,
He stroked my hair, and kissed me again,
This time though, as though he would never let go,
But I liked it, his arms around me and his shoulder to my ear,
We fit perfectly together,
And that's all I needed to hear.