Ocean Of Cogitations.

Oh! Your beautiful self,
To me staring at you is
Blinding, but who needs to see
When you can hear everything.

Sight of your ebony suave skin,
Makes the hairs of my
skin stand, the pores open.
Enthrallment defined.

The wee we shared,
Prolifically profound,
Incessantly engraved
in this dark soul of mine
Awkwardly that you,
Ruminate so pure.

The touch of your lips
Upon mine feels like both,
Overwhelmingly intoxicating,
a gentle touch of a
warm winter ray of sun.

That it had to end so soon
I for one, will forever be, in
This ocean of cogitations.