“I love looking at you”
You say.
And I wonder what you see?
Bulgy eyes,
Sausage fingers,
Thinning eyebrows
Is what I see.
I try to see myself through your lens
Beautiful eyes,
Delicate hands,
Cleavage for miles,
Hair that you can’t help but grab,
Soft skin waiting to be turned rugged
After several
Soft (hard) bites
From your mouth.
Your mouth on my skin.
I live in this moment
I could die happy with this image in my head:
Your mouth on my skin.
I like myself
Through your eyes.