There's these particular moments

That make me very aware of my heart's physically presence. 

Like those kisses.

The ones that hover over me 

Teasing me in the most innocent way

for a moment then giving in

But just a little. 

The ones in the dark

Because seeing anything else isn't important and nothing I can see can equate to what I feel. 

Except for those eyes

But you're a man, so we aren't suppose to talk about how wiping the sleepies for your eyes just gives me an excused to look deeply at you, knowing once I stop 

Those eyes will open just to drive me more and more in love with you.