
Your laugh
Tickles me,
Tickles me inside
Deep inside.
Forcing magical energy
To move,
From the muscles
Of my mouth, to form a smile.
To the squint in my eyes. Feeling you.
Do you have powers?
And the impulse. Urge.
To kiss you.
Your stare,
Excites me. Confuses me.
Your stare brings discomfort
In not knowing.
What are you thinking about?
Your stare,
Your eyes,
Make me question...
Am I truly made of magic?
Like pure solid. Gold.
Magic.
The freckles on your face,
Like drawn marks
Indicating where I am to
Kiss you.
The freckles on your chest,
Is like a treasure map,
Using my tongue
As a guide.
Your hands.
Beautiful.
Hands,
Touch me.
Tickle
Me.
I crave you.
Your voice.
Your smell.
You make me feel
Like a Queen.
A Queen. Of gold.
Of magic.
I crave your tongue.
On me.
In me.
Telling me
How beautiful the sun is
Telling me what joy is.
Feeling what laughter means.
Your laugh tickles me.