Him

Personal preference of a fantasy guy.

Pure smooth skin of pale sun-kissed tones,

Hide behind clothes, expensively sown.

Body built to a girl's wonderful expectations,

Arms to hold her firm in position.

The sharp jawline that curves his face,

Sculpt a beautiful picture frame.

Deep blue eyes pierce through his canvas,

A gaze that melts hearts immediately after.

His lips sculpted to dangerous perfection,

A sweet, soft kiss he planted forever.

The shaking hands and trembling hearts 

He leaves behind broken of wants. 

This foreign stranger with an ancient dialect, 

Speaks twenty different beautiful languages. 

His voice curves and soothes all pain,

Exquisite, exotic, emotionally sweet, insane. 

Thick golden, brown, silk hair,

Always perfect even on dark days.

Oh how her fingers scavenge through them,

Pulling, tugging, can't just get enough of him. 

Passionate is he to the very bone,

His actions reflect that of an Italian Romeo.

But beware of such an emotional lover,

Dangerous is his love to any heart breaker.

I fantasize, desire, dream and admire,

Him, his personality, body but without all attire.

They say he's perfect but none of us can be,

So now I wonder, who really is he?

Reviews

[Ammy Greaves]

I love this because acknowledges our fantasy but the end brings us back to reality, letting us now that it's impossible for this "perfect" being to exist.

[blackmore]

I love the pure honesty of this! It's beautifully written and I love the last line "who really is he?", showing how much of a stranger he is to you. Very relatable and sad, but with definite appreciation of fantasies and dreaming too!