Whipped Cream

He has perfect bone structure
And his smokey chocolate skin glows
On his forehead is a mark of a past fracture
Perhaps a scar of courage- no one knows

I cannot tell what is behind
Those soft pressed lips and quiet eyes
No doubt there's something on his mind
He looks, however, as calm and stunning as the skies

I know not his name yet
To me it is "Whipped Cream"
He was so quiet I feel we haven't met
And that, I hope, won't stay a dream