US TO WE! 

Your eyes 
Are like two windows
To a quaint 
And charming soul.

Your lips
Two fine-carved doorposts
To a fragrant 
Sugar bowl.

Your cheeks – 
Frames of perfection
‘Bout your 
Painted-perfect face.

Your eyebrows – 
Wisps of beauty.
The adornment 
Of your grace.

Your neck
A fragile tower
From one treasure
To the next.

Your shoulders
Cap the wonder
Of the form
That has me vexed.

Your breasts
Pillows of pleasure
On a frame
Of perfect grace.

Your belly
Soft, inviting, 
Beckoning me 
Down to that place.

And when
I cup my hands
And bring your pleasure 
To my lips,

I reel 
At the narcotic
Of your moan
And bucking hips.

Your love
Is like the fragrance
Of desire
To my soul.

Your heart
Is like the treasure
Of my heaping 
Ice-cream bowl.

Your lips 
I find the keyhole
That unlocks 
My wildest bliss.

Your body
The nutrition
That I take 
With each sweet kiss.

And when I think
In wonder
That this woman 
Is my own,

I shake my head
And thank the Lord
For this 
My Bone of bone.

#bigeyes.