he's a firey brew
[a tempest for your heart]
mystery within
manifests
magic without
[will i ever elucidate this intoxicating enigma?]
a heady potion
of buttercream
and livewire lips
[intended to liquefy my composure]
blazing orbs
(raze my soul)
and glossy gold
(intices my fingers)
velvet voice
(entrances)
(enraptures)
(enthralls)
and i plummet.
**notes: the board destroyed the indentation and whatnot of my poem
if you want it with correct indentation, feel free to e-mail me. also, comments are welcome**