Seaside eyes.

I seem to fall, into your seaside eyes;
Wistful and kind, With a hidden
Arrogance I assume you're afraid of,
And lose myself in the shallows
Of coral, before I realise
I've strayed into deeper, dark
Ridges of blue grey.
And As I claw my way back,
To the wet sand, fawn
I try to avoid, the black pit,
To which I'm drawn.

I trace my fingertips across plains,
Of Savannah sweet skin,
To the peak, dotted with orange
Poppy flecks, as I resist the urge,
To count each delicate dot,
And claim them as my own,

I brace myself, for what I adore,
The sweetest thing, to which I'm drawn,
And as fingers hit, that raised skin,
So it starts, my pink and gold,
Sunrise smile, that I search for in the dark,
And in the bright of day
Only to fall for you Once more,
Rose tinted, by golden skin,
A hidden promise, lies within,

I let my fingers brush against skin,
Begging you, to let me in.