My Heart And Soul For You

Aiden II

               [Quatrain; 3 Stanzas]

I bet he smells of ember, hair fresh seed of sunny soft

His lips would taste of honey, a pink and peachy gloss

And his eyes would shine like amber, in a contest with the sun

A match to my wicked smile, and surely he has won

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His skin smooth and dawn, like pastels, his frame a living piece

His chest is broad like woodwork, and I bet his breath relieves

A puff of warmth and safety, and fresh like lily leaves

His laughs so short and subtle, like thumps of heels on beech

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Chin upon his neck, his voice would vibrate, D, bowed on violin

His hum would be like blackbird, his shirt the feel of linen

His hair, dark as his hum, soft as feathers from the finches

His heart, a beat to be played, an intoxicating listen