Your eyes are the color of a dimming autumn sun, coppery with a soft gaze. The freckles around your upper lids and lower eye are little stepping stones or a miniature, clustered galaxy on the skin or a connect-the-dots game for my pleasure. Your lips are parted and inviting and you have freckles on those too and they are for my pleasure. The freckles on the upper lip are waiting to meet with the lower lip and both are impatient for my kiss. Hungry eyes and greedy lips and all for my pleasure.

My pleasure. It’s my pleasure. I stand here astounded and nearly choked on the mere sight of you. Asphyxiated by your gentle beauty… I wonder if you even know.