Long to trail every lines of his face

For is face is fair to behold

His brows and lashes are beyond

His sight sends a cold shive down my spin

Hair like flocks of goats

Are they from mount Gilead

Long to roam finger through it

To find the key to it locks

Staring in his blue eyes

Piercing like ice in it colour

Cool as the sky after the storm

The calmness tearing my soul

Lips, sweet as roselet

Red as scarlet

Tastes honey garnished with milklet

So sweet, I long to taste it

The feeling is beyond

Biochemicals running amok

An hormonal imbalance

Drunk with a dutch courage.

©rebecca akomolafe