If I were a freckle, I’d be the one on a particular place on your chest
Or the two on your bicep, just above your breast.
But if I were a ring, would you place me on one of your fingers or toes?
Or would I be so lucky to be placed in a beautiful place, on your face, your nose?
What if I we your luscious black hair, would I adorn your head,
Or would you kindly and lovingly place me down there?
What if our meeting held some kind of meaning?
Would it be a dismal yawning theme or something loving and more meaty?
I love the uniqueness in you, from the top of your head to your toes,
Lips to lips, in a rich, warm embrace, may we take it and see where it goes.
