I could spend an eternity
enjoying your loveliness
from the neck up alone.
The gentle contours of your collar bone
I would graze ever so lightly with my lips.
With kisses I would climb
to the throbbing artery in your throat,
I could ****
an entire day
with my hands
and my mouth
on your neck.
But then I would neglect myself
the singular pleasure,
of your wondrous lips,
the image of which I carry with me
in the gallery of my mind,
amongst the memorialized pleasures that have been bestowed upon my eyes.
But my love for your lips, pales in comparison to the single minded adoration
your luminescent eyes command.
Ever since I have seen,
those eyes have played over me
strumming the chords of my passion
with wanton abandon.
I could spend a joyous lifetime
staring into those eyes,
but the rest of your perfect head
would be neglected,
and I couldn't live with the thought
of your ears not being kissed,
the lobe gently ****** upon
soft kisses distributed
on the tip of your nose,
both perfect eyebrows,
from crown to chin.
Then after spending some more time
on the slender column of your neck
our lips would once again unite
our eyes would lock.
As I feasted on the luscious delicacy
that is you
from the neck up.