Infatuation

I've got a. Secret burried inside waiting to be found/
Because he's got/
Sparkles in his eyes that dance around/
Smooth luscious skin that often times I crave to taste/
And hands I long to feel holding my waist/
His barritone being the only music that I hear/
Masculinity/
That erases all my fears/
Swagger that sets my heart and imagination ablaze/
With passion/
And excitement from him touching in elaborate ways/
Each making up for what the other one lacks/
Secrets/
And/
Lines being crossed so far there's no turning back/
The ultimate sin no doubt/
Yet somehow/

It's Beautiful