You

skin softer than a delicate kiss

it's no wonder I spend hours kissing

all the eye can see

lips that ignite my cravings

causing me to bite down and

continue to your ear and neck

my tongue a paint brush

along the skin canvas, feeling

every groove, every dimple

hands strolling through the legs

like the elderly in a park

seeing your eyes that rival

stars in the night sky

me, a deer caught in the eyesight

being struck by the semi of beauty

is my goal

my stomach is the butterfly and

it's left.