Set me free from the shells
Of the whipping cold breeze
Imprison me within your arms
As our hearts beat as one

Let your fingertips traverse my back
As the moonlight seeps through both our skin
Trace every vein on my body
As if each leads back to your own

I want to feel the waves of your mouth
And let them wash away my pain
We have the moon as our witness
As we leave each other breathless

His hair: as black as charcoal
The kind that would leave a stain
On your fingertips
When you run them through each strand

His eyes: as dark as the forest
The kind that you would get lost in
But their mystery
Would make you never want to leave

His lips: as pink as cherry blossom trees
The kind that would leave a mark
Of possession on your skin
And would only exhale languages of beauty and love

His fingers: perfectly-shaped like candles
The kind that would light a fire
Inside of your heart
As he slowly makes circles around your chest

His skin: as pale as the clouds above
Yet, the kind that would electrify your body
From the slightest brush
To the most intimate touch of passion and love

Him: the most precious work of art
The kind that makes you feel everything
All at once;
My own shot of euphoria and bliss,
Simply the most breathtaking masterpiece