Their lips are as soft as rose petals.

As lucious as rippling ocean waves.

As perfect as untouched winter snow.

And just as beautiful and enticing as a dark mysterious Misses.

The one you follow into the whistling, dark green wood.

I long for their peach fuzz cheeks.

And their whispy brown streaks of hair.

Their charcoal eyes - smile greater than any happiness.

Their crooked teeth, make them insecure, but I love them all the while.

They make me laugh.

I don't have to act like a child.

But you wouldn't mind it, not at all.

You wind me up.

You're a buttercup babe.

With golden sun colored petals.

Rosey pink dimples.

Picture perfect sunsets.

Pillow fluff clouds.

They refuse to say it out loud.

The way I've caught their heart.

Just the way they trapped mine.

In a cage of lust, a vault of trust.

Leaving me to stumble in your shadow.

Casting myself aside.

Worrying about you alone.

Never forcing you to abide.

Holding you down, not holding you back.

Loving every inch of you.

Never being a pain in your back.

Kissing your cheeks, your lips, and your neck.

Staying submissive, allowing you to control me.

Fearing you.

But being afraid to stay without you.

Caring for you.

Enjoying being accompanied by you every moment of my life.

I will never cause you strife.

You cause me grief.

But I do believe, you will forever belong to me.

- Ariah Christman