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
Rounding and dimpling his soft brown cheeks
His tongue soaked in spiced honey
welcomed me home, once more.
(How could I refuse?)