Jon Doe

I thought I never wanted this,

But as soon as I tasted those lips,

That protected that contagious smile,

I knew this feeling would last a while.

Maybe it’s the way you said my name,

Or perhaps the way you carry your frame?

That soothing voice of yours!

Oh my, what is this curse?

A trance I must be in,

Because you’re making my head spin.

Maybe it’s the newness of it all,

I’ve never imagined something like this, I can’t recall.

That drive back is still on my mind,

How can a stranger be so kind?

I’ve maybe let my guard down too soon,

Am I being a fool?

I know this is not good for me,

But how can I not let it be?

The conversations that we share,

Are one of a kind, truly rare.

What a shame it will all end,

When we part ways this weekend.

Dark Features

With eyes so dark and deep,

Skin so pale and unique. 

I’m captivated by your mystique,

As though I became a part of your physique.

A majestic creature you are indeed,

Dark features of which I didn’t know I was in need.

Ones like you are a rare find,

For you are truly one of a kind.

I wish to one day let you know,

Just how much I admire you, snow.

I don’t even know your name,

Oh my, what a shame!