Black Eyes, Blue Heart

jonz2

her skin the color of cocoa beans
finely aged in an ancient sun
smooth as if spread of vast lands by God's hands
I am addicted to touching her
with each innocent stroke of her skin
each moment to brush away mischievous hairs
that fall strategically out of place
at the right moment
staring deep into beautiful brown eyes
and lose myself within elusive sentiments
a smile that is heaven-sent
as if the essence captured in kodak style
and sculpted by dieties on this brown-skinned beauty
a style and grace so precarious
it could cause my demise
as I walk
blinded by the shape of her thighs
something that I can't describe
her beauty plagues my thoughts
and haunts my dreams
I am vulnerable
only because I don't deserve her
I am insecure
only because I might love her
I am hopeful
only because I have nothing to lose
I am infactuated
only because I chose not to