My Love

Hands of leather that turn into  
velvet with every stroke.
Eyes that drift into another time.
Arms that always welcome me.
And lips covered in temptation
I never knew existed.
Hair, that tells a story in each wave of time.  
Dark as gunpowder from another dimension.  
When he speaks, Earth and Heaven rejoice in the sound, speaking of their life, as others walk around to doubt,
Many may not see it the same, but if only they knew,  
How his heart seeps its way into mine