your tender eyes color of emeralds are my thoughts

they are lust, the natural and fresh smell of your body

your eyes every time I think of you are my sighs

the heat that my fingers when touching your delightful body

when going up through your skin of strawberry, of vanilla

of the smell of the virgin sea

to the clean and delicate aroma of the leaves when they open in the sun

your eyes are the tickles that make my heart delight

I like you to hot kisses to spicy ones

to those full of lust

to those with champagne flavor

I like you when I interlock my fingers with you, hugging you, and closing the eyes

I like you every time I think of you

every time I see your sweet eyes