HIS FACE

That very Look on his face

On the night of an innocent phase

makes my fainting eyes gaze

So very hard into the empty space

For more of his seriously tender face

My heart now like wheels gently race

That makes assurance a surety ablaze

Till one is up and ten is abase

Come close and stare in the nook of my face

Watch the ignition as it lightly displace

Arrest my belly with the tingles of butterfly's grace

Drive my heart home till I rest my case

Lure me in, oh precious gentle face!

Word for word, hold to hold is our fate

Like a summer holiday, we'll set the pace

As my territory become your lodging place.

Kaylove.