Your curves
Your lines
Every strokes
I wish it's mine

Your portrait
Your stern trait
When it melts
Huge urge is felt

Jaw opened
To the point of drooling
Lips bit
Sends me imagining

I hold my breath
I grit my teeth
I wet my lips
As my body shakes

Black or white
Or colored in sight
Your beauty seems alive
You're the epitome of my desire

And so I close this book
Put it on a stack of volumes
For this is the painful truth
You're just a character inside **Citrus