Sweet Somethings

Handsome inamorato,

We could be kissing

On the lips or face,

That’s the only thing missing,

My caress on your neck’s nape.

Running hands through hair,

Lolling in the crook of your neck,

Placing your hands on your hips,

A comforting touch there.

Leave me emotionally entangled

As binding as bristly forestry,

Otherwise I’m physically mangled,

In heart and soul,

Each other’s priorities.

Caper with me,

I’ll pirouette

Underneath the misty moonlight,

The crystalline clouds

Watching our every movement yet.

A suit, I’ll twist your tie,

And you cannot tell a lie

Standing barefoot on dirt

When forgetting the tint, not the texture of 

The hem and band of

My shirt and skirt.

Snuggling, cuddling in bed,

Bodies never spread,

My hands only focused on

The cupping of your head.

We’re settling down for the night

In sheets of fuzzy white,

Whispering, “You’re beautiful,”

“My princess,”

”My life.”

Warmth of you

Never leaves me forlorn,

Hugging me fondly

In the dawn before morn.

A wisp of fragrance

With scented salts springing in the air,

Reminiscing the clothing of

Berries, orchids, and vanilla

You unintentionally wear.

The reminder of you on me piles like dust,

It flows like a brook

And is mottled as a massif’s rust.

Handsome inamorato, please be near,

Definitely sweet nothings,

All that I hear,

Definitely sweet somethings,

All with the person by my ear.