Mr. Poetry

Mine

I stalked her
Like how a hunter
cowered over his prey
Like my eyes sharp and quick,
how a snake crawled over his meat
for today

I studied everything about her
Like how she wanted her coffee
Mocha or vanilla
Lattee or milk shake

Like a trigonometry
Sweating over the equations
Memorized the stanzas
and phrases of a peom

Like a specimen
I wanted her close
Safe and sound
from the eyes of the enraged

I watched her
Like purchasing binucolar lenses
from kilometer farther from her
Like secretly placing a bodyguard more than she knows
Like stealing glances every now watching her every move

I smelled her
Her scent was that
of a jasmine flower or
cherry fruit punch

Sometimes, when she was hot
She has that aroma of a strawberry mixed with wild lilacs

I could always cupped her waist
as it was made for mine
and leaned on her neck
which is a perfect spot of
my sniffing hideout

Or when she panted
I loved it when she do
She would reek with
blueberry bubblegum.

I tasted her
When I felt her lips touch mine
She tasted like almonds
with a pint of pistachios.

Most days, when I licked her,
out of fun,
just to annoy her
Only for her
to melt like milk chocolate

When I bite her ears
catching her off-guarded ,
and nibbled on her bottom lip
Yes. That bottom lip,
it whiffed with chilli cherry tops

I heard her
Her wonderful laughter
like bubble burst in countless
smiles,
that sent me for the moon
to howl and moan her name out loud
When she covered her mouth to contain her giggle, I am drooling the sight of secrecy as if she was my little undercover of Top secret files

I touched her
She was smooth and soft like a fur
I wouldn't have a second thought
having her to myself all day
My hands over her waist,
her hips
I loved placing marks over her collarbone
Or slowly making circular gestures over her ankle
Or kept her close

Just to be near her

Her warmth dampened
on my shirt
So calm and heated
My jaw over her forehead
Little bumps and leaning
slightly rubbed on her sore part
I would imagine she would
struggle and became uncomfortable
She would blow her hair out
And she would roll her eyes
because she really was affected at the small intimate gestures and hates getting
turned on

Yeah, definitely looking forward
at making her turn on.
I wouldn't miss this for the world.

She is my other part

She is mine