It's taste ....
overruled the natural
sweetness of her kiss..
its warmth whispers
my name as I grow
near to bind our lips
The softness I've
embraced you can
tell was tampered with
because I've been forced
into a state of recline while
being fed a future of bliss
It's feel...
Dances between the
thin hairs upon my
skin, its music played
by every touch so those
hairs refuse to bend,
exchanging my standard
thoughts with one's that'll
heighten the tension love
does its best work when
pressured by sensation
It's aroma...
stains your space
taking the place of
oxygen so every inhale
renews what's real your
bodies plagued again and
again
It's sound...
A lions roar when
fleeing from the depth
of him while her screech
mimics the soothe of
one playing a violin
It's look...
So bright able
re-light a "lovers"
skin.... It's been
said to leave a
glow something
similar to the suns
morning grin
If my current
love for her replaced
the dim in the moonlit
Sky's..... All who roamed
the night would need
a bright repellant to
protect their eyes
L o v e...... Is more
then just four letters,
only those who really
been there are aware of
its hidden pleasures
More then four letters
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