Jun 4, 2019
Discovery of the deep and beautiful
His lips, when they move, release words of intelligence, intrigue, humour and interest. Words that charm.
Lips that caress, taste, entice and tease.
When they touch mine it is gentle, tender as a floating feather in the breeze.
Lips that curl up at the corners and meet his eyes in a smile that steals the breath from me.
His eyes, the deep grey-blue of a still lake on a cold winters day.
Mysterious pools that captivate, that drive you to dive to the depths of his beautiful mind.
I can hold my breath and float for as long as it takes to reach it.
And what will be, will be.