How do I adore thee? Let me list the ways
Your delicious eyes
Your tender lips
The way your clothes hang from your hips
Your height and breadth and depth, divine
Oh how I wish that you were mine
Your crooked smile
Your warm embrace
The perfect stubble on your face
How you’re so sure of everything
You leave my hungry heart thumping
Your kisses and your touch
So sweet!
All else becomes but obsolete
Your perfect arch above each eye
I feel I am blissfully high
On lust and love and adoration
But it’s to my own damnation
To you – my muse, fascination
I offer you my subjugation
But this will not bring affirmation
As you do not adore me
Bookish Lara 