His touch is as soft as a rose in may,

His lip tastes like honey but looks like sin.

His kisses are as light as a feather,

His face is like a work of art that only i understand.

When he speaks he has the voice of an angel,

It's like a melody that plays on and on.

The mere thought of him renders  me speechless,

The way  he makes me smile like  a child on a candy high

 I'll search the four corners of the world till i find my perfect him.