His touch is as soft as a rose in may,
His lip tastes like honey but looks like sin.
His kisses are as light as a feather,
His face is like a work of art that only i understand.
When he speaks he has the voice of an angel,
It's like a melody that plays on and on.
The mere thought of him renders me speechless,
The way he makes me smile like a child on a candy high
I'll search the four corners of the world till i find my perfect him.