Passion of my love (the guy behind my poems)

A chestnut brown eyed boy,
my dear, manly but shy,
there along my poems he lie,
behind my poems, my guy.

Dark blonde beauty espoinage,
my every step is seized in his eyes,
his hands holds my day…
His eyes embrace as i lay.

His presence is undeniable,
his breathe has my essence,
his passion for which,
i’ve fall prey.

His lips control my movement,
as i breathe with his scent,
i close my eyes with his love,
cause in his arms my dreams come alive.

This is my love with whom i dont have to try,
readily my love comes espy….
He gives me a reason to write..
Behind my poems my guy……