I traveled through time for many eons to find him,
this precious man, this lover of mine, is my gem.
My eyes cannot feast enough on his beautiful face,
because the word "handsome" is not in the race.
When he combs his fingers through his thick, wavy black hair,
my hand follows his without much care.
Then, he held me close as his dark eyes sparkled and glowed,
like warm fingertips, his eyes caressed my face, and in his eyes, his love showed.
His lips are the master of mine,
Their sweet nectar transports me to heaven, where I can live in another time,
I never want another, because this man is divine,
And his lovemaking is so incredibly fine.
© 2022 Barbara Purvis Hunter