Chocolatey brown hair as sweet and rich as the sins my mind plays with you.
Eyes that hold me with strong evergreen take my breath to unknown places my lungs cannot inhale.
How I wished my winter skin could mix the perfect mocha as yours of almond brushed against.
Blue Morpho butterflies dance around inside me, give my feelings such rarity and beauty that only you awaken.
Lost in buttermilk daydreams, so delicately delicious, I trace my lips with fingertips with hopes that your own will find me.
I feel utterly defeated as I wonder these winding blue valentine halls of a yurning lovers fantasy.
If I reach out in longing will my heart lose this race or is it a secret that you want me just the same…