Intoxicated
I can almost hear the sound of your voice
The actual softness and allure calling out
I can see your smile as the sun hits your face
Witnessing the innocence and beauty of you
I can smell you, oh yes, the scent of you
The mixture of perfume with your skin
I can thereby taste you, the pleasurable flavor
Of passion, as want drips from our pores
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2009
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