droplets of heaven
they murmur, "what a vision"
starlets of every version with eyes of sapphires and cherry bomb lips
like a trail of kisses,
you really do leave them (no him) gasping
your inking is forever embroidered and sewn into the depths of my skin
(quite tightly, i must add)
those ocean eyes of yours are truly a godsend,
a small smirk that clasps his attention and keeps him busy
you fill him up with fantasies and angel licked nectar
(i'm envious)
god, i was such a fool
was i a half-painted canvas long forgotten
or
perhaps i never was the canvas he even glanced at (ouch)
angel hair and split ends don't mix, clearly
your lips and his entwine and seal, each with a faint grin on both faces
(yall are enchanting, congratulations)
