Cliches

Your mind is like an ocean,
it matches your crystalline eyes
with its depth.

Your lips are the covers of a book
and I want to wind my way between them;
I'm sure there's a whole new world inside

Your chin is like sandpaper
scratching my neck and sending
shivers down my spine

Your voice is warm honey
dripping down my throat
nevermind the bee stings

Baby,
I'm the pun
You're the punchline
We're two matching puzzle pieces
You complete me
Or something