The Feeling of Feeling
In my rose garden I can smell the spring coming,
listen the sound of music the whistling zephyr brings,
I taste the dew on the unfurled petals so divine,
the smoothness of silk in their velvet touch I feel.
The pristine smell of rain-soaked soil soars in the air,
the dripping leaves vibrate with the sound of raindrops,
the taste of purity I get pouring from the melted clouds,
their soothing touch satiates my parched throat.
I smell on you the enticing scent of a blooming woman,
sound of rustling foliage echoes in your rhythmic footsteps,
when you are on my arms, I taste sweet desire on your lips.
For my winter the warm touch of your love I shall keep.
December 3, 2019
Contest : Smell, sound, taste, touch repeat sense
Sponsor : Sheri Fresonke Harper
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