Cornfuzion: I and II

I

So, you're not the first

to make me laugh.

And you're not the first

to make me sigh.

But I really do love

how you thrill my heart

and tingle my toes,

and how you alone

make me feel as I do.

I love how you 

are so very you.

II

Smiles and sighs,

lust and trust,

risque candor

and open, honest ardor--

a soothing balm over

green-and-yellow bruising,

long-nursed and tender-sore.

Your tenor timbre crackles

across snow-dusted,

ice-crusted tundra.

Comforting me.

Warming me.

And in your snoozly snuggliness,

I forget.