Just Your Very Face

Just Your Very Face Chaos I see your face and think It's not just a face But a representation See your face is a representation of everything you've been facing And faced with So I stare at your face Analyzing your pain Oh, how well you endure not a wrinkle on your face Though you've been drained of so much Dried out of resource and material Yet your face remains as smooth as talc Soft at the touch I want to suck the lips off your face Eskimo kiss you and tell our noses share complexions And we smell the world the same way So inevitably when we are tasting foods We feel the same satisfactions I want to lick your cheeks to show affections Of cheeks that I'll later lick for mild erections I want to kiss your forehead For the forward thinking of you and I in the future I want to kiss your forehead Yes, right there Right where your father did or didn't Because I want you to know my care, protection, and respect Is in direct respect to who he was And what it meant for him to do that to you I will kiss your forehead Filtering your frontal lobe Mitigating your memory of men who have allowed you to understand That they just weren't mature nor created to carry you Not that you couldn't stand on your own But more so allowing you the freedom to be vulnerable Exposed properly Without timid tactics Or hiding your attractions That the right person would find highly attractive I could give you wet willies with my tongue Till it sounded like the ocean was in your ears While holding up your chin In mid-sunder I wonder how difficult of a time Other minds have had while seeing Just your very face Just Your Very Face Order Take time out of your busy day To kindly admire And consider your companion's countenance Have a good stare Seek satisfaction in the simplest features of their face And overstand the significance in your most second nature gestures That you do that seem cliche But are actually quite profound You are beautiful