Cami*Star Poetry

Each eye has their
own vision of beauty,
My vision of beauty
is him,

He
His
Him

His mocha skin
touches me on
the outside all the
way to within,

He
His
Him

His chocolate eyes
sparkle when near,
His hands interlock
mine as he takes
me on a high,

His high
My high
Our high

My eye holds
the beauty of
Him
He
His

My eye
My vision
My beauty

H-i-m.