Beauty in your eyes.
Where the contour of your cheek lies.
Flames of desire rise.
Tingles of freedom call new to me, beyond, reason , ideal.
I’ve known you five minutes but you’re not new to me.
Amazing hair, beautiful.
Blazed a million times unethical.
Rogue and distinct.
Can’t articulate what I think.
Face, hair, eyes……sink.
©G.P Williamson 2017