That Favourite Chapter

His eyes, at first glance,

appears merely dark or black.

But, upon closer inspection,

a different shade of dark brown flecked with overwhelming emotions;

trapped and fighting a way out;

making me feel that I should drown deep into it.

His hair, at first glance appears normal too,

but, my fingers always twitch involuntarily asking me to play with them.

His nose, lined like a sculpture;

a blend of aquiline and straight-edge.

His neck, wafting an invigorating aromatic scent. 
Teeth, a bit misplaced

And lips; strikingly kissable,

lined above by light and fine hairs.

Stubble - neat and elegant. 
Hands, one of them with a patchy scar

strong and comforting;

each touch giving me the butterflies.

I wake up from the same arresting dream;

every morning,

searching for those butterflies,

which died weeks ago...