to love a Brum

Laying back in the grass
dead of night under starlight
you look out across the universe
i notice how i love the curve of your nose
as you talk of van gogh
the heat between our touching arms
is the fuel that keeps me freezing
in this moment just a bit longer
while you take a drag
i wait to breathe your air in
i've never seen such graceful hands
in such a masculine form
i blush to think of what i want to see them do
you turn to look at me with a smile
melted milk chocolate eyes
so sweetly addictive I cannot resist
in them see all i need to know
i anxiously await the kiss i know you have for me
lips of fire scortch me
and i wouldn't have it any other way

(for JB)