This is not about superficial infatuation. This is about real love.
He doesn’t want to see
scarlet powder on your cheeks.
He wants to feel secretly victorious
when he sees you blush at his gaze.
Purity of feelings always excites,
because it’s unique.
He doesn’t want to kiss your lipstick.
He wants to taste your own flavor
and see how his tongue can make the color
swell on your lips.
He doesn’t want to smear mascara
off your eyes.
He wants to brush his cheeks gently
against your own soft lashes.
And he wants to see his reflection
clearly in your eyes that sparkle
not with makeup,
but with genuine interest and desire.
He doesn’t want any smelly polish
cover and hide your nails.
He wants to see your own natural pink
as you press your fingers tightly
against his arms.
And he wants your hair flow freely
And tickle his neck.
He wants it soft
and full of your scent,
not stiff with spray,
smelling like the other million girls
who bought it.
he wants all this
with no faking
and no substitution.
if he really does
(The picture above was taken on a remote lake in Northeastern Kazakhstan. This is the kind of natural glow and genuine beauty that I would like to aspire to)
Please tell me what you think. Does this poem make you nod your head or do you completely disagree? I’d love to hear your thoughts in your comments, as they say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.