J

His voice is euphonious,
with tobacco after taste lips.
The red wave contained with a mark from birth,
aligned to the constellation of beauty.
Wild dark fringe hair,
an extraterrestrial meader of curiosity.
His past submerged in his cafe au lait eyes.
Stirred clouds over layed with the reflection of billions to trillions of star dust.
Held together by the positive vibrant attraction of gravity.
He's a galaxy that wants to be discovered.
Mellifluously whispering to him
..... kiss me.
Hazed eyes, pucker red lips, but with a black soul, down to the residue touch of red ash... But He loves me, I know he does...
Doesn't he?