Butter Pecan

 

 

 

Butter pecan

 

Is the angelic movement

of divine illusions

from your sweet touch

of creamy embrace

The soft texture of buttery aloe

intact below elbows of caressed skin

melted within sugar coated blood lines from


Just


your


smile

The smile that melted winds

from the farthest ascensions

The smile that turned the sun into

a puddle of awws 

as it would then lay in a jacuzzi of

 

closed eyes of atomic ecstasy

 

 

 

Pershing

 

 

in self indulgence

 

 

 

 

 

 

You are

 

 

Simply

 

 

mind blowing

 

 

 

 

 

Your hair

 

is an oceanic breeze of sunlight

 

that at times would rotate into humbled waves

 

 

 

 

It is the upside down frown of longevity length strands

 

that were attached to your radiance that supplied supplements of compliments

 

towards your alluring .....

 

 

 

 

What's another word for face?.....

 

 

 

 

I have to be careful how I describe your being

 

for I am dealing with perfection like heavens Majesty

 

 

 

 

Your eyes are the prize inside macadamia

 

they are a treat

 

 

 

 

Inside the center of your soft shells I call eyelids

 

stood the most beautiful brown pyramids the Mayans had to offer

 

 

 

They were the ancient colored stones

 

buried below your sunset complexion view of open skies

 

 

 

Yes

 

 

your forehead

 

 

 

 

Your forehead was the playground for my lips

 

to run freely upon your

 

 

 

you guessed it

 

 

your butter pecan skin

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your eyebrows are the grains

 

that play a major role in your field

 

 

They are the roots sewn into your brilliance

 

of quilt,  past, present, and future facial expressions

 

 

 

 

Your nose

 

is the gate way to my breath

 

 

 

It would enter alone then come out

 

married from your tunnel of air

 

with combined inhaled serenity

 

 

of

 

 

our

 

 

love

 

 

 

 

Your lips are the fountain of youth

 

 

 

when I drink from them I feel rejuvenated

 

like restored cosmos in untouched galaxies

 

 

 

 

 

In the winter

 

they become my fireplace

 

 

They keep me wrapped in a blanket

 

of cozy flames intertwined with a sauna affect of steam

 

 

 

Your ears are not only instruments for my whispers

 

 

but also

 

They are a place where my words

 

are adopted into your home of hearing

 

 

 

 

 

I can go on forever

 

 

I can talk about your toes

 

that nobody knows better than I do

 

 

 

 

Or your belly button of sillyness

 

that I acknowledged way before you did

 

 

 

The other sacred areas

 

that no other man may seek,

 

or no mind is worthy to drift off 

 

to day dream and take peek

 

 

 

 

Your finger tips are establishments

 

of affection promises that linger all around me

 

 

I lay hold of and stare at all ten of them

 

as they wear white painted frowns behind your

 

lovely bones

 

 

 

 

Your beauty

 

 

 

Damn sweetheart!

 

 

 

Your beauty is on going like the children of thunder,

no wrath

but only a trail of  lightning that has branded an echo

amongst this planet of  photogenic memories of your undying existence

Believe me

this is is not a cliche,

and I'm not just saying this because I have a lot of nice words

 

to say but....

 

 

 

I can truly

 

and honestly

 

speak of you

 

 

Forever.........

Reviews

[.n.]

This feels like an intensely personal piece. Whoever this is meant for must be delighted by your adoration. Very sweet, I like the comparison of skin to butter pecan...that's original. The way it is structured is also interesting, it just keeps drawing me down. Nice.

[Liza]

I enjoyed the earth tones and the combination of elements with your proverbial sweetness engolfed with the tastes of the edible delights. this would make any woman blush and melt and make her sit beside herself; a woman feeds off of the desire and dedication she triggers in a man; this was sensual, sweet, smart and smooth...very charming.