Beautiful Boy Pt. I

Beautiful boy,
Beautiful boy,
I ride the curves, the slope of your shoulders.
Your warmth disturbs my heart, never colder.

Patience and passion,
Your manner, your fashion,
We're relaxed now- you bend, and I'll dip.
So loose and velveteen, but I'm in your grip.

Your grip-
Soft hands, I recall your name,
Sweat dews as if on a window pane;
Mine, parched, as dry as cotton wisps
Specially made to absorb your fingertips.

Fruit popsicles on the deck,
In the rain, goosebumps on my neck.
Beautiful boy,
Beautiful boy,
The love you see is simply a humble fleck
of gold in the roaring river.