‪Your legs spin luminous webs that I still get stuck in every single time.‬

Your deep green eyes make me wanna swan dive off a cliff into a shallow ocean of sweet little lies. That's why I stand here paralyzed.

She tucks the veil of her hair behind the crescent moon of her ear to reveal the stars in her eyes.

You are the unwritten poem that I always carry folded in the pocket of my heart.

Her eyes are planets whose subjects aren’t subject to the laws of gravity.

Her body is a philosophical novel that proves the existence of extraterrestrial life forms.

Make love to her mind but don’t leave her mindfucked.

She’s a tornado in a tank top leaving wreckage in her wake.

Your jagged edges always surrender to the soft lines in the face of my poetry.