Your eyes are pools that reflect your love.
Your mouth the pillows on which I lay my breast.
Your chest contains the heart that I listen too that rocks me to sleep.
Your hands are strong enough to carry me, gentle enough to caress me, rough enough to show the story of a life well lived.
Your body is made of pieces that are a work of art. My Picasso, my lover, my muse.
Allow me to purchase a ticket in the gallery of your heart so I may admire this masterpiece for life.