Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Senses.

You're the sea breeze, and the moonlight,

All at once,

Voice, a magical melody, caramel honey to the ears,

Scent, a sensual sweetness lingering on my tongue,

Skin, feather to touch,

The definition of perfection with no end or beginning,

As the setting sun on a windy evening.






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