Your eyes taste just like the waves that I dive into. Cold at first, but my body adjusts And quickly You start to feel warm Refreshing. I can spread out my arms and legs Fingers and toes And lay there weightless. Floating while the great force of you flows underneath me And we move as one. Your ears feel like the skin of a peach When I press my lips up to them. That's what I always think of But I couldn't steal my own name So I kept that secret to myself. Sometimes I feel guilty For talking so much. But your ears are always open for me And they're the only ones my tongue wants to move for. Your hands sound like base drums. Huge and soft Yet so strong I feel the vibration Low and powerful All the way to the tips of my fingers and toes Every time you touch me. My ears like them best. The palm of your hand on the edge of my cheek Fingers tangled in my hair With my ears caught in the middle Lost in another world Drowned out so all I can hear is the sound of you. Your lips look like petals Of a flower that has yet to be named. I'm not the first to have found them But I'm the last that will claim them as mine. They're softest when they're wrapped around my own. Nothing in the world can pull me out of myself And into someone else Quite like you can. Like a puzzle Every piece is an art of its own Dissecting them makes you appreciate the picture Then when you put them all together And the whole becomes equal to the sum of the parts You get to really see My definition of perfection.