11. Senses
I image the sweet melodies your tongue forms,
as they pass through your luscious lips.
I feel the temptation in your vibrations as
you whisper sweet nothings in my right ear.
I taste, the love on your skin as my mouth
brushes against your bare skin.
I hear the notes on your breath
as your heart pumps out rhythm to your words
I am immobilized by your poetic nature.
The music you make brings me to an ultimate high
I, am in ecstasy, as your words deafen me.
The climatic altitude i have reached by your very essence
leaves a mark on my young blossom.
I ripen at the thought of your presence,
while your very existence is the cause of my demise
I yearn for your thoughts
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