VISUAL MOMENTS

I want to see the golden hue on your face
That the morning sun creeping through the blinds produces
Anticipating the moment when the sight of your nude flesh
Transforms my dry mouth into a cavern of overflowing juices
After viewing you in all your splendor
I'm like a child that has found the one and only gift they want for Christmas
On a page in landscape orientation, your name is written with an eye-popping font
Eliminating any chance of Santa Claus saying he missed it
At night as you lay still, the glow of the moon creeps in and surrounds you
Creating the image of an angel resting on a heart shaped cloud
With the night void of external noise, the room falls into the depths of complete silence
Allowing me to hear the melody resonating from your soul and to it's rhythm, my heart you can hear beating loud