the life and musings of a kinky slut

1.12.17 My Sense Of You

~ a poem ~

You smell like oranges,
rinds ripped,
zest tingling,
bright and peppy and alive.

You taste like candy,
savory and sweet;
I wanna gobble you up.

You sound like sex,
but, then again, you always do,
whether it’s your moaning now
or the way you pronounce my name.

You feel like heaven
warm, inviting,
Me against you;
you against me.

You look like home.


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