This man…
Honey glazed.
Serendipity filling me just from his gaze.
Bemoaning from the depths of my soul.
Fierce from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.
Warm like a blazing fire on a winter mountain top.
Sugary smile, in his taunting, sultry way.
Eyes the center of the universe.
Gravitational pull, all in the palm of his hands.
Querer. My desire.
No more words to describe the glory found in him.
Silent admiration.
of his.
Honey drizzled skin.
I see him.
He see’s me.
It’s not just eye contact it’s our breath shared in sync.
Comfort in my soul.
nearer than kin.
Not a dream but reality we share.
My man and his honey drizzled skin.
