You smell of sweat, the summer heat kind,
Of sticky sweets and laughter combined,
You smell of shared meals and long nights,
Of delicious things that draw out my bites.
You sound like a hot, subtly hinted accent,
Rolled, rounded vowels and tonal descent,
You sound like poorly supressed laughter,
And breathtakingly natural banter,
You sound like the moans I want to make,
And the rattle of my heart that you’ll break.
That’s a tough one. You are a dream come true.
You are a mystery to which I get only one clue.
An angel and a demon, both could be you.
You’re the novelty I somehow thought I knew.
You’re everything. I just wish you were mine too.