Pressed lips
Leaving the taste of a sweet tangerine with a sprinkle of salt on my tongue.
My ivory mystery
amazing story with few words.
Hiding under our black and blue sky
I find love in the quiet of his night
and passion when I stand in his light.
I can smell the ocean when I rub my fingers through his hair
And when he says he loves me
the smell of fresh cut roses fill the air
and I can feel his soul going bare.
he isn’t the apple of my eye, he is the center core
and he isn’t a star in the sky ,he is my moon and so much more.
Eyes soft as a flower petal
and the heart of a little boy
Strong willed, where it lays on a strong mind.
All this and more,
Gives the reason to forever make him mine