He tastes like
wine pouring out
of twisted fragile
vines. The vibes he
creates can blow
your ******* mind.
The way he makes love
to you causes your
legs to violently shake from the joy.
The curves formed by
his smile can make
you walk a mile wondering
how can someone be
so pure like that?
His laugh holds the innocence
of an orphan child. The
marks on his skin look
like tree roots under gentle
earth's soil. Skin so soft and
delicate as if he smothered it
with cocoa butter oil. He holds
the loyalty of the pharos Gods.
The loyalty of the sun to the
moon. The loyalty of a caterpillar
to it's cocoon. And the loyalty
of  young couples madly in love* ~