I Can Hear The Ocean When I Touch You

Porcelain skin,
of course you're a ten.
You-my heart-
that beats,
shining through
deep into the beauty
of me.

Eyes-soft rose petals.
My skin screams with
passion, as you and I
collide-as this love
abides,
through my ears
-whispering a sound,
a sound not near as
precious as your voice
that comes,
comes like a thousand
harps.

I can hear the ocean...

Lips like delicate thorns,
poisoning,
numbing my body to all
things if my past;
putting my soul in an
unbreakable casket;
this love we're gonna
make it last.

Breathless
I lye,
feverish-ly I try.
I don't
need a lot of
tings,
I can get by with
nothing,
nothing but you.
And
with all
beautiful things in
the world,
I knew I would
get to hold the
most beautiful of
them all...

....when I touch you.

**new style kinda, this is to my baby boy Ian. Love you. Enjoy.**