His eyes are galaxies as I stare into them;
Countless colours, always changing.
His skin as soft and welcoming as a fresh set of sheets,
A feeling like coming home.

The scruffiness of his hair is never off putting,
It is as endearing as a child's laughter.
His smile is my sunshine on the darkest of days,
It is a wonder the whole world hasn't fallen under it's spell.

Lips as soft as velvet, comforting and warm.
Kissing them is better than any joy I have imagined.
His figure is a drug, so heavenly and refined.
I just can't stay away.

His fingers that please, his fingers that tease.
The very same that run lovingly through my hair.
And his words, simple sweet sounds.
But do they really mean anything at all?