your eyes are hurricanes; they enrapture me in their stormy green-blue shades, they whisk me away like alice to your wonderland.
your lips are earthquakes; each quiver of those perfectly curved lips make me tremble and shake inwardly and my knees buckle without my knowing.
your hands are tsunamis; they travel up and down, a mind of their own, aliens. they caress every curve and edge, study every detail of the skin over my muscles and bones.