Love Is...

Him

Writing about you is a complexity,
From your soft full lips and the way they compliment your cute pearly white smile that draws me in closer.
To your peculiar mind deeper than any body of water on this planet
In depth, a profundity like our universe. A mystery like the cosmos,
Your passion and wanderlust is infinite.
But I can't help but feel so is your pain.
Your heart is where I want to be
Your soul I want at ease.
Your eyes are Windows, portals to the truth. May I have a peek?
I seek something real someone that's true.
Tell me about you
Your hopes and dreams
What keeps you up at night
Your fears
The hurt you hide behind that amazing smile
What I have to do to keep you forever instead of just a while. When I'm around you I'm tongue tied. I get lowkey shy and can't stop smiling at the thought of you being mine
You remind me of my favorite old love songs
My favorite urban drama films
You with your perfect imperfections
You had me once you spoke so powerfully about our country's controversy
Hearing you speak emphasizing equality sent my mind in a frenzy.
Oh what your words do to me,
Speaking to you is as relaxing as poetry and jazz
Deep brown eyes
Strong broad shoulders
Curly soft hair entices my fingers
Two different worlds yet so similar
Who are you? What excites you? I don't even have a clue should I search further or just enjoy the enigma that is you.
Tired of superficial brothas who don't know the difference between they're, their, and there. And sistas who's body is their best quality
I hope you're different.
Just as lost and rebellious as me
I have the appetency to travel with you
Let's get lost in the idyllic evergreens
Enhancing our senses in new surroundings with the freedom to make our own decisions
As I watch the summer sun shine and absorb into your smooth melanin filled rich dark chocolate complexion
Thoughts of you taste like heaven
Before I met you love was forgotten
Lustful actions sank in
With you lust feels like poison
A bad addiction
An insult to the beauty that is you
If I give myself to you it will be in pieces, as I too have the feeling we're mixed match pieces still needing to be put together to make the big picture.
For you are my muse
I hope you remain a positive
For when we're together we conquer all negatives for you are the definition and all synonyms of superlative.