There are quite a few
Sweet things:
The summer
And the sun,
My cheeks,
Your smile...
Your perfume...
Me writing poems about you.
Some comfy clothes,
The evening lights,
The stars,
The milky way
And mars,
Inline skating,
Even if long time ago,
Playing bongos
And cajon.

It's sweeter even
Just to dance,
To give myself
A daily chance,
To feel free,
And just to move
Only for me,
Nothing to prove.
The beat, the groove
The melody,
Are guiding lights
To me.

The sweetest thing
Is life itself -
To live it fully,
To accept oneself.
Be present now,
Not lost in images
For ages
That keep you
Trapped inside
Your beautiful
Sweet mind.

feel that lazy ***
stay in bed.
watch those movies
or tv series.
eat on the screen
watch basketball game.
toronto raptors 's favorite team
derozan 's  the king!
lie on my thigh,
eeel the velvety skin of mine.
close your blue eyes,
as I read your book
gaze into my eyes,
behold, as our bodies collide
with the supernova,
we feel more alive.
dance with me
under the moonlit beam.
play our favorite music,
as we sway our hips
kiss my rose
as I eat your banana
touch my ears with your tongue

stay at the beach.
snorkel with the fish.
swim with me,
happy as can be.
sit on the sand,
on a sweet summer time.
listen to the waves,
rushing to the beach.
feel the warmth of the sun,
as we lie on the sand.
feel the gritty texture.
and the breeze.
swim with the waves,
sway me up high,
as we collide
*I Love You