Your eyes
are my favorite color
dark and sultry -
a magnetic force,
that pulls me in.
My favorite scent
is your skin
against mine
in the early mornings -
before the sun,
kisses the sky.
My favorite sound
is your heartbeat
when it's racing,
when it slows down -
quite often
I like to believe,
that our pulses
are in sync.
Your hands
are my favorite
pieces of art -
the way they intertwine perfectly
with mine.
I could trace my fingers
against yours
for a lifetime,
and never become dissatisfied.
Your lips
are my favorite taste -
I love the way
they become chapped
from placing
too many kisses,
on my skin.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 3:54 AM UTC
Your eyes
are my favorite color
dark and sultry -
a magnetic force,
that pulls me in.
My favorite scent
is your skin
against mine
in the early mornings -
before the sun,
kisses the sky.
My favorite sound
is your heartbeat
when it's racing,
when it slows down -
quite often
I like to believe,
that our pulses
are in sync.
Your hands
are my favorite
pieces of art -
the way they intertwine perfectly
with mine.
I could trace my fingers
against yours
for a lifetime,
and never become dissatisfied.
Your lips
are my favorite taste -
I love the way
they become chapped
from placing
too many kisses,
on my skin.
