I stare
You aren’t aware
But I stare
I run my fingers through your hair
I watch as you exhale the air
What a sight you are
The might of your respiring chest
Which I lay on all night
Its neither built
Neither weak
But perfectly firm
Firm enough to rest my arm
And observe your beautiful face
Your ever puffy eyes
Your full lips
Your broad nose
I take it all in
How wavy your eyebrows are
How they come to a premature end
Right in the middle of your eyes’ terrace
Yet they are full and gorgeous in their incomplete state
Your lower lip
A little tinnier that its twin
A little suppler
Ever inviting
A subtle pink
Not provoking, just my right shade of pink
I run a finger on them
They part unwillingly
Your drowsy striking eyes grapple to open
I watch as they flutter
You turn
Tiny tingly ears
Perfectly crafted
Crooked in a way
Gorgeous either way
I nibble at them
You moan
You can’t wake up
Not yet
Not when my survey is underway
So I let you lay
And I regard your hairs’ array
Ever clean
Not so neat
Not so lean
The troughs and crests they form
Give my heart comfort and rest
Weird I know
But still my tongue wants to row
Row into your enamel armory
Salvage your indrawn breaths
Burst your pulsating heart
And claim it all for myself.