He’s cute as a bunny.
Fluffy and chubby with
kisses that taste like sweet
honey. Pretty as a flower
blooming in the middle of
spring. So pretty you’d want
to carry him around like a
daffodil on a blue coloured
string. He looks like art. Pretty
like the angels that Michael
Angelo drew in the
halls of holy different churches.
He tastes like poetry , dry fruit
and pomegranate  juice. Isn’t that
just cute ? He’s the poet  , the beat  ,
the rhythm and the heat. He’s the
boy who can sweep her off her size
six small feet* ~