Sensory Overload
The sound of your rose petal blush sunsetting on your face
Feels like my goosebumps dancing on the sky tops of my skin
The smell of your mountain rain hair crying sounds like a mid-day summer shower
The look of curiosity cuts in the middle of my gaze and feels like a conversation I can’t wait to have
Your presence is such a gift to my senses I become overstimulated in nerves
p.s. can we just pause this moment before the laws of dialogue are written…
Copyright © Roses Roses | Year Posted 2024
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