May I Stare? Poem by Exwell Nhubyani

A Gentle Glance In Your Clean
Eyes Is Enough, A Minor Touch
To Your Smooth Skin Is All That I Desire
I'm Swept Off My Feet Every Time
I Notice You Smiling At Me

Your Gentle Breath On My Pillow
Is Like The Sweetest Air Ever To Be Smelt I Am Fortunate Every Time I Journey Through The Comfort Of Your Hands
I'm Feeling Lonely As This Day I Woke Up
Knowing That You Are Not Feeling As I Do

They Say Its Rude To Stare But Its Nice
To Admire. Pardon Me Random Lady
But May I Stare?