Josh- The Guy Laying in Bed Next To Me Right Now... Part 1

THis guy...well I'll let the poem explain it. but seriously I almost when too far, in fact I did and got lost on this whole futuristic tale of what his life was going to be like, all based on his tattoo. Which shows An Angel off to the side and says with

Such a scowl,
on that Angelic face,
a musician's brow,
with a heavenly musical taste.
I feel the honesty,
and vulnerability shine through

when I look into your eyes.
Never thought brown eyes could reflect
such inner pools of cool beauty,
sweet hidden spots you wish to explore.
I lay beneath you and stare up into your face,
wonderous at all your masculine grace.
I have to laugh as I even say it, but what else could I call it?
You're scuplted, perfectly as one of Da Vinci's Angels.
Perfect face, ahhh, and then those lips come sweetly down to my face.
So soft and that tongue, gentle and relaxed yet you seem to respond to me,
So I make the bold leap and show you my need for you, my urgency to not only be with you.
But to be filled with you.
Suddenly that gentle tongue is firm and insistant, unrelenting. I feel our connection is purely sexual.

But whats this? I open my eyes to peek into yours...and your eyes are closed!!
Sweet romantic still you are, devil's smile you try to wear. The coat put upon of "I don't care"
You think you don't wear it so well. And somehow think I don't know you for seeing that.
But I see the sweetness in your eyes. How everytime we see each other, you'll  glance for a minute,
bless me with those nubic eyes, then dart away...as if,
as if you know you are too telling with your soul pouring windows.
I watch you though, don't you know?
It's hard to know you online, so very hard.
But hearing your voice, seeing your face,

and your demeanor.
You're wise beyond your years,
tormented beyond a thousand fears.
Of course, that is what makes you a great musician.

And just the other night, when you were playing your guitar. I could hear what you wanted to come out so desperately, But I wasn't the one who should tell you what song it would be.
But right then, I agreed with that saying on your chest.
"MUSIC IS YOUR WEAPON"
But the key to arming it,
is in your eyes,
your innocent face,
and sweet pursed lips.
Do I dare cross my barren lips, across yours as you slumber?
No, for even the beauty of your sleep is far more wonderful
then the brief happiness albeit wonderful glow, that you're kiss could bring.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Yeah well wrote this, well this is my form of a romanitc poetry although not really even romantic in my mind, but do what you will with it critique away. EXCEPT ON GRAMMAR, I hate grammar mistakes and I konw I do them. If I reall cared I would've run this through word before putting it online, but everything else it game!