The streaks of your sideburn swayed and I
gently brushed it aside as it
slowly caresses your face gentler
than my lips that brushes against yours.
You held my face and stroked my temples
and I saw the spark in your eyes
slowly drinking the sight of love
sip by sip.
Our fingers intertwine but our breaths
stood still even when our eyes
cannot seem to believe
what it sees,
And darling the way you gently
stroke my chin makes me want to
lean in and plant my mark on
your bare skin.
; 