My boy

My boy, The sweet boy I love and cherish, Eyes like honey and skin tan like cinnamon. The boy who tastes like sweet and smells Like cologne and me. The boy I lay skin to skin with every week, The boy iv always loved and will always love. His hair so soft and curly, He could make me laugh with a smile, and fall apart with a touch. The love I have for him scares me, He makes me weak, Like I can be feminine with him. It worries me, But I'd give up all my worries if he stayed, No doubt about it. For my boy, I'd anything.