The Finest

The finest Hazel coloured winter eye’s seasons rolled into one, joy of a cool spring breeze soft and dark the sweetest of all. Brunette like the finest chocolate yet flows through my fingers gentle and strong daring one to hold. With lips glistening like freshly made crystal ice yet red and soft and sweet as just picked berries, you move close and whisper, how are you? Perfume that tingles the senses waft freely on the air, matches that of the fruity smell of the shampoo you often use. Arms slowly entwine my waiting self that come together holding strong yet kind, nails on fingertips walk slowly up and bring thoughts of days and nights gone and yet to come. Music of the beating heart sounds in each our ears, the steps we make in the same tempo to that place only we share. By Patrick D