I am not impressed. Not impressed with the way your tongue moves, shifts vowels and constants together in a stinging way to reflect more vinegar than honey. Not impressed with bones of structure that God himself removed a rib to construct thee, but you don't fine my moves that Heavenly. Not all all moved. Captivated by goodbyes becoming more welcoming than hellos, and bitter sweets are accompanied by rum. And I'm numb. Surgically altered into slices and dices, how you expertly cared out the compassion and left the nothingness within me. Exalted. Never exalted. By pillars of upon pedastles that former lovers gave with ease, molehills become mountains from the fragment of small nonsensical things. I am not loved. Rabbits out the hat aren't your thing. Magic tricks aren't illusions so easily carved into truthful lips. He sways back and forth to falsify eyes where shadows are grasped by time instead of emotional movements. Grass is not greener. Never is. Maintenance require...

He always made me feel beautiful.  It was his eyes. Always his eyes.  The way they moved, shaped around the room from Here to there. Concrete slabs to distal frames and then carbon based flesh Unpeeled like the the forbidden fruit that I wasn't but liked to be. The thrill is in the chase Never the capture But you knew you had me every time, didn't you? Rhetoric lies in hidden thighs And shapely fingers wanting to grasp them. The longing. Always in the longing. The desire to be touched. Felt. Needed. Adored. Every breath more Heavier than the next,  Exhaustive of its whim and pure muse. You made me feel so beautiful That even in warped hair where slumbered dreams seemed To find you and me together in reverie T-shirts surpassed mini skirts and  Pheromones replace perfumes in  Which we inhale and consume each other bit by bit Kiss by kiss Lick by lick And you Just you Make make feel so absolutely beautiful. I could stare at you forever.  Watch you stare at me....