Liquid Onyx

Your eyes are like liquid onyx in their most purest form

and like the waters that were drunk by the Gods.

But darling, you and I are the perfect storm.

Your tender caramel skin reflects sweetness after the hurricanes when they start to form

Your chest like chiseled grooves from the same golden amber of the Gods

Your eyes are like liquid onyx in their most purest form

I will be loving you tenderly for I am the calm before I orgasm a storm

Like the blush of a petal that is thrown at the weddings of Gods

and like the waters that were drunk by the Gods that had brewed up every storm

I am willing to sacrifice love to wait for your arms so warm

To ponder you like honeyed rust shall get to metal at the odds

Your eyes are like liquid Sapphire in their most purest form….

And I swear it, I vow it that I will love you too like the gravity’s pull of the sun toward the earth for you see that only your eyes are like liquid onyx in their most purest form

I love you, but not in the way that most women will, for you love me not in the way most men truly would and like the waters that were drunk by the Gods….

and like the waters that were drunk by the Gods that brewed every storm