by
Robert Silvers
eyes of blue, like the deepest sea
skin so soft, like the most precious silk
and beautifully pale, like porcelain
i love the way your voice sounds, so soft and so tender
i love the way your breath feels on my skin
and the way the contours of your body
are outlined in the moonlight
your lips, so soft and full
your long hair blows in the wind behind you
with that red bow
and you smile
it's then i know that i'm the luckiest man alive
