We were in loves war
where he couldn't live anymore
he believed our love was so much more
for i was his truth he's proof of love, the only thing he lived for
It all happened with a stare
for his eyes my heart couldn't bare
I couldn't gaze beyond he's beauty
an attraction between me and he
a potion of chemistry
Words were soon spoken
so fluent (his french) so provoking
for that night i thought of him, his angel like voice
then i knew their was no other choice
He's hands so gingerly cuddled me
feeling my every soul my body
then slowly undressing me to nudity
he's eyes studying my anatomy
We did not exchange any words
from he's mind he's gaze i heard
his smile as he holds me, and kisses my bosom
feeling my back till i felt wholesome
in that room we stayed
where we made love for days
As he wonders my innocence
for he was in me as i in him
till our body's grew tired but our souls full of poetry, of Florence
He helled me like his own
for love i was not alone
and when we were done
our conversations filled with excitement never gone
full of laughter and understanding
he's words in my mind: manlike, gentle, undemanding
And arguments so dramatic but somehow always ends with a kiss
and our attraction like static
Now i know what love is: it is he
An angel full of loves lust of chemistry
janice etienne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chemistry-6/
