Someone lock up the "soppy" so I can't abuse it anymore

You have curly hair that drips brown on your cheek
and eats up your eyes
oh they're making me weak.

Your eyelashes are long
yes they really are quite long
but I've always thought you're pretty
despite you wishing I was wrong.

Then, your shirt clings to your chest,
and makes a peak at your waist
its the clarity of your skin
that enables such perfect taste.

And when you limp kisses all around me
i'll admit they're sloppier, sweet
still when your teeth make tiny castles
I'm protected in vivid concrete.

Of your tiny human perfections
and those that perhaps so much are not
I love how pretty your voice is
and how I very, almost
forgot.