Sensing You

Love Blossoms

I can still see your face

if I close my eyes.


Your tanned skin,

rugged features,

devilish grin.


I can still taste you

on the tip of my tongue.


Your coffee-laced lips,

cigarette breath,

and biting teeth.


I can still hear your voice

if I listen close.


The sweet words,

masculine tone,

your sexy accent.


I can still smell your scent

if I breathe in deeply.


A hint of musk,

the aroma of sweat,

smoke coming out your pores.


I can still feel you

across my skin.


Your feather-soft touch,

calloused hands,

heated stroke.


I can still sense you

all around me.

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 Inspired by: Cannonball by Damien Rice

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