Skin warm as a fresh cup of hot chocolate.
Lips sweeter than cherries.
Cheeks flushed a pink hue.
Eyes color of a warm up of coffee.
Hair flowing.
Each kiss means more then the last one did.
Not lust but love.
My world.
A soul that I can wake up next to and feel safest
Where can mess up and not feel the need to put myself down even more.
You are my safe place.
I can get lost in your eyes pools of Carmel with a hint of espresso.
I'm in love with you so dearly my love.
But do you love me?
I would assume not,
I mean you love her more than you notice me.
