I Wanna Be Yours (Bradley Will Simpson)

His hair weaving together into dark chocolate curls that framed his tanned face. My eyes met his dark brown chestnut eyes framed by tangled brown lashes, I watched his hand as it moved up to rub some unknown irritant from his eye. His nose was straight and aquiline, his lips (his lips!) perfectly formed, parted slightly, his breath, I imagined, moving in and out in steady streams of air. He was almost a head taller than me, my eye level was looking at his perfect pink lips which opened in a beautiful smile that I wish I, myself owned. It revealed perfect, white teeth.