His tongue tastes of wine
I feel childhood memories on his spine.
His eyes shimmer like the sea
I know why he has that scar on his knee.
His lips taste like cherries
I watch him devour some Ben & Jerry's.
His eyes are full of lust
I admire his eyes are stained of rust.
His words sound delicate
He speaks with etiquette.
I am behaving badly
I am in love with his cherry secented lips; madly.