Amber waves crashing on porcelain skin, If I told you about his eyes you'd whimper, The curve of his lips over his teeth could ****** your breath like milk money, you'd think your lungs had been mugged in an alley if you caught him smiling at you like he does at me. His collarbones create craters in his chest where if water would get caught there, it would turn to wine. I know because I get drunk by just glancing. His body is a beautiful remaining of a natural disaster and my hands become earthquakes when I think about touching the back of his neck or the palm of his hand. One day I am going to kiss every inch of him that has been exposed to the world and every inch that has not.