I think lips
Are enchanting, much so
When placed on the bump of my collar bone
And the nape of my neck, when forming to my own.

I think eyes
Are alluring, much so
When they bore into mine
And read my unspoken thoughts with stars overhead.

I think hands
Are captivating, much so
When they pull me closer at night,
When fingers roll down my spine, soothingly.

I think chests
Are comforting, much so
When I'm lying across yours
And listening to your breath roll in and out.

I think you're
Lovely, if not better; much so
When you choose to lay down and
Envelope me into your arms as the night envelopes the sun, as the night encompasses the world just like you encompass me.