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Senses
A whisper soft caress.
A feather light kiss.
The gentle breeze breath across my skin.
I shiver uncontrollably.
Sweet as nectar, honey from the hive.
Refreshing, like lemonade on a lazy summer afternoon.
Sticky, enjoyably so, the juice from the melted Popsicle.
I inhale the fragrance; heather.
Wonderful.
Alone, together.
Two fish, in the vast ocean teaming with life, secluded from the rest of the world.
It's beautiful.
Perfect.
An age-old ritual, the rhythm of life.
Unlearned, ingrained in the very soul.
Predestined.
A shy glimpse of chocolate.
Covered in butterfly kiss lashes.
Fleeting, with a sugary aftertaste.
Wanting more.
Sleek, like the wings of the Eagle as it soars overhead.
All planes, the mountain ranges that peek over the horizon.
Your body is my obsession.
The lazy opening of an eye.
The sun, rising from the night watch.
A slithering noise.
Sheets against flesh.
A dream.
The faint scent remains.
Heather.
Senses
A whisper soft caress.
A feather light kiss.
The gentle breeze breath across my skin.
I shiver uncontrollably.
Sweet as nectar, honey from the hive.
Refreshing, like lemonade on a lazy summer afternoon.
Sticky, enjoyably so, the juice from the melted Popsicle.
I inhale the fragrance; heather.
Wonderful.
Alone, together.
Two fish, in the vast ocean teaming with life, secluded from the rest of the world.
It's beautiful.
Perfect.
An age-old ritual, the rhythm of life.
Unlearned, ingrained in the very soul.
Predestined.
A shy glimpse of chocolate.
Covered in butterfly kiss lashes.
Fleeting, with a sugary aftertaste.
Wanting more.
Sleek, like the wings of the Eagle as it soars overhead.
All planes, the mountain ranges that peek over the horizon.
Your body is my obsession.
The lazy opening of an eye.
The sun, rising from the night watch.
A slithering noise.
Sheets against flesh.
A dream.
The faint scent remains.
Heather.