A book of poems and short stories

His poem

Swiping from video to video
Not really caring about anything I see
My boredom has peeked
But then I pause
I see him
His skin a pale yellow
Yet so vibrante
His hair as perfectly precise as the rest of him
Curl after curl
Spiral after spiral
His mane made my insides twirl
He was beautiful
My eyes travel from his hair to his eyes
Light brown
The type of brown that needs no sun to shine
Soft and fierce
Smooth and intense
His eyes were clouded in intent
Yet still so clear
He was beautiful
His eyes weren't all there was to see
His nose was a sight too
Big but not wide
Tall but not slim
It was my Goldilocks
JUST RIGHT
he was beautiful
Then I see his lips
Soft and pink
Smooth and sweet
Perfectly pleasant as they danced to form words out of his careless mouth
He was beautiful
And although his face was the sight of a century
His body was it's closest competitor
His anatomy was straight out of a drawing book
Chiseled and strong
Slim and fit
It suit him
He was beautiful
But even he couldn't keep me from scrolling