He's beautiful.
His all-encompassing smile
The jail cells that hold his teeth
His strong nose.
I want to trace the bumps of his nose
With a pipe cleaner
And have him feel the soft fuzz against the jagged bone.
I want to run my lips
Over his full ones
And taste him
And feel how soft they are.
His eyelashes are black as ravens
And his eyes are pools of earth
That I want to live in.
His eyebrows cut across his forehead
Showing his native background
And his scars tell me stories.
His hair never falls
Only expands.
It's perfect because it's his.
Black and soft, it feels like satin to my hands.
His ears poke out
Like small mammals checking to see if danger's around.
They will enlarge with age
And that fact makes me smile.
Mainly because I know I will be there
To watch his ears grow
And his back get hairy
And his face to wrinkle.
I will always be there
And I will know the locations and cause of every wrinkle.
I will tease him for every hair on his back.
And I will kiss every inch of his ears.