You

by Mel

You are

Winter.

You taste like paradise.
Has no one told you?
You're beautiful.

You are

The creamy canvas I could never bring myself to paint over.

If I could drink in the vanilla
of your neck, I would.
If I could watch the snowy sparkles
in your eyes, I would.
And kiss the frost from your lips,

Darling, I would.

You are

Paradise.
Has no one told you?
Let me admire you.