Sweetheart Poem by Amber Reeves

His eyes are like fire, a lion's coat of fame,
His shiftful awkward smile, my heart's dearest game,
His touch my surrender, his laugh my delight,
His anger is not too much to me a frieght,
His hands are my commanders, his skin my velvet sheet,
Oh, how dazzling his charm, oh how we did meet!
his silent slumber, I lay and watch,
his eyes are closed for now, so ill let him dream, why not?
His arms my castle, his heart my desire,
His embraces are my drug, one, two three...higher!