Through contrasting colours
Blood-red hair flowing
Spilling over his jade eyes
Closing in pleasure.
His voice is lazy
Like smoke curling through still air
And sensual lips.
Secretly, I watch;
He smiles, I sigh and press
A kiss that eyes share.
In the mirror I see
His hair blown wild by wind
And long for the night.
Green eyes flash wicked
In the mirror ahead; I
Catch his gaze and smile.
A/N: written in class. While I was teaching. Honestly. I am so obsessed. The first is Gojyo, the second Hakkai and so on. Oh, if I've messed up the syllable count, please let me know. It's practically the first haiku I ever wrote.