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. Catch you glimpse at me, the everlasting genuine feeling
Of unnoticed moments of stolen glances.
It will never tire. Your eyes. Always looking for something wonderful
Forever making me feel
Absolutely
Beautiful.
-b.r.rivera
For you.
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