Tulips

I place my finger over your two lips, Shh..

As I stare in admiration at the radiant flower that you are..

You stand before me with a tall and firm posture..

The curves on your stem are flawless, not a thorn in sight..

I look deep into your seeds and eye see..

Right down to your roots..

Surrounded by the rich soils of love catering to your every nutritious need..

I gracefully stroke fingers against your pedals..

Soft and reeking with a phenomenal scent..

The sun shines high and you stand right beneath it..

Photosynthesis..

Would you mind if I take this photo since this is..

The part where I reach in to kiss your tulips

History Class

I'm reminded..
Of what attracted me most..
Could it be the way you smile at me during your morning glow..
Or maybe the very touch of your skin against mine, closer with every passionate breath..
Might have been the time freeze we create when we lock eyes..
Nothing is more indescribable..
Or what about her soft lips against my own, nothing compares to her remarkable kiss..
Just speechless..

Its been so long since we've shared a moment together..
Sometimes when it rains..
I open my book of poetry..
And I sit and i begin to read..
And I go back in time to each one of these events..
And its like I'm back in History class..