Him
oh my word I'm in love with him.
the way his words sound like music to my ears,
his melodic voice flowing into my eardrum
like steam blowing through a valley
the casual winks he throws my way
lights my skin on fire,
as if it hadn't already burned up
under his gaze
I love his hands
every inch and crevice
fitting into mine like they were made for one another;
his fingertips always lightly tracing my skin
and leaving me breathless
those blue eyes
make me lose my breath
they way they stare into my deepest thoughts
and desires
This poem is about:
Me