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.