Senses

I use every part of my senses when I'm with you:

When I stare into your eyes,

which shine brighter than any star

When I touch you,

feeling the warmness of your embrace

When I kiss you,

the taste of your lips and tongue pressed against mine

When I smell your fragrance,

which brings floods of memories of Saturday's past

And as I listen to your every word,

your soft voice making even the uneventful enthralling.

This poem is about: 
Me

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