vagabondprophet:

Iridescent

My fingers take turns

learning your curves,

my lips tag them out

to research your taste.

My ears doing shift work

to memorize your voice,

my nose doing overtime

collecting your scent.

My eyes travel over you,

never tiring of laps

from head to toe

and back again.

Can’t you see

you overwhelm me,

consume me with desire.

You leave my senses spent

and dishonest for they

inadequately tell me about you.

About your softness your grace

and joyful iridescence.

If I forget to pay the bills

or take out the trash

it’s because my mind is stuck

somewhere between

your ears and ankles.

If I don’t pick up milk today,

it’s all your fault

because my my brilliance

is straining to reflect your smile.

You destroy me with a glance

and the boneless

puddle left behind,

If you want it is all for you.

Will you be all for me?

Iridescent

My fingers take turns

learning your curves,

my lips tag them out

to research your taste.

My ears doing shift work

to memorize your voice,

my nose doing overtime

collecting your scent.

My eyes travel over you,

never tiring of laps

from head to toe

and back again.

Can’t you see

you overwhelm me,

consume me with desire.

You leave my senses spent

and dishonest for they

inadequately tell me about you.

About your softness your grace

and joyful iridescence.

If I forget to pay the bills

or take out the trash

it’s because my mind is stuck

somewhere between

your ears and ankles.

If I don’t pick up milk today,

it’s all your fault

because my my brilliance

is straining to reflect your smile.

You destroy me with a glance

and the boneless

puddle left behind,

If you want it is all for you.

Will you be all for me?