And I'm discovering your freckles
One by one
And I have to say
They're all so perfect
And I wish to touch them all
To feel them
And memorize them
You'd think
That when your shirt comes off
Your chest is what I stare at
But honestly that's far from the truth
I'd much rather stare
At your smooth stomach
With that little freckle
On your left rib
Or stare at your back
Those two freckles close together
Dark and full
Easy to see
Your pants come off
And the freckles are all I see
The darker fuller ones
Only found on your upper thigh
Looking your body up and down
Perfection is all I see
Those perfect freckles
Spotting your perfect skin
And I wish to touch them all
To press and feel your body
And the bare skin under my fingers
Is the only thing I wish to feel
And I want nothing more
Than to find all your freckles
And help you see their perfection
(A/N: if you keep reading a few lower, there's a poem about a girl not loving me back. I wrote this poem for the same girl I wrote that poem for. I wrote this in eighth grade at my friend's birthday party. It was very hot in the basement where we were all hanging out and this girl got hot and basically said fuck it I'm taking off my shirt. This was the first time I'd truly gotten to see her without a shirt and in short shorts, and I was truly able to admire all the freckles that dotted her skin and this poem erected from seeing all those perfect little freckles.)
