Your eyes are an endless field of golden summer,
A blissful escape,
I could get lost in them forever.
My eyes are a pale blue sky mid-winter,
Cool and piercing,
But don’t be fooled,
they’re filled with fire.
You are my daffodil in the snow,
I am your stream in the desert,
Nature says we don’t belong,
But honey, you’re all I desire.
We are the perfect paradox,
The Yin and Yang,
So keep your hands on my skin,
God knows I need the heat.
And I’ll pour my eyes over your body,
Quenching your thirst,