Sunday, June 26, 2011

HIS FACE


That very Look on his face
On the night of an innocent phase
makes my fainting eyes gaze
So very hard into the empty space

For more of his seriously tender face
My heart now like wheels gently race
That makes assurance a surety ablaze
Till one is up and ten is abase

Come close and stare in the nook of my face
Watch the ignition as it lightly displace
Arrest my belly with the tingles of butterfly's grace
Drive my heart home till I rest my case

Lure me in, oh precious gentle face!
Word for word, hold to hold is our fate
Like a summer holiday, we'll set the pace
As my territory become your lodging place.




Kaylove.