Your slender words and elegant eyes

Eyes enticing,
cheekbones raised,
and taut pink lips
split a jaw so perfect.

In my eyes are echoes
of your voice and mannerisms,
you shouldn’t know
the candle I burn so cliché and classical.



Eyes,
face,
lips,
hot mouth.

I writhe and dream of you,
when you talk and act filthy,
and never say
that you are the ass I cannot escape.