Swimmin' in the ocean

As cheesy as it sounds, your eyes are blue like the ocean. And if they were an ocean, I'd swim through it for the rest of my life. 

Your skin is as white as the snow, and if it was, I'd make snow angels all day long. 

Your lips are as red as a rose that I wouldn't mind being pricked by. 

After all, a little bit of blood never hurt anybody, did it? 

Ask the scars on your arm. The ones plowed like a field. A field I would farm in all day long. 

And the breeze of your air as you breathe  down my neck, like a wind from the north. 

I'd stand in that wind wearing but a mere t shirt. 

And the feeling I get like a fire on the inside, a fire I would stand in, naked, left to burn all the skin off what's left of this rotting corpse; undisturbed. 

Your smile like a prison, one I would serve a million life sentences in

Just to kiss you any time I want.