Five senses misses

My eyes yawns again and again to stare into those balls resting on that egg like face of yours, My ears cries for the seizure of your angelic vocals hitting it's drums, My nose misses that royal smell of myrrh robed to your skin, My tongue waits in an eagerness anticipation for the year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second it will once more again leak that silky looking, painted with fine oil, honey like lips of yours, My skin reminisces about the durational moment it had been rapped with the coziness of yours; caressingly smooching those teats mounted to the bosom of a heavenly being, which your are! For no reason but because you are all I want, desire, hope for and trust, above all, love!