How could I refuse?

His eyes are brown

Dark, deep and warm

with caramel swirls in the sun

They laugh and crinkle at the corners

His head blooms black silk curls

my fingers tangled in his tresses

His wide nose

my own pressed gentley against his

A shy smile plays upon his lips

his lips.....

Rounding and dimpling his soft brown cheeks

his lips...

His tongue soaked in spiced honey

welcomed me home, once more.

(How could I refuse?)