SensesA Poem by Holli StoutThe slight echo of a moan in my ear. The vision of your beautiful world hollows my eyes. The scent of your impeccable love potions my bed. The taste of your salty skin mesmerizes my tongue. The touch of your tender love, leaves me with grace. The yearning for your presence aches my soul. The twist of emotions shout at the end of my fingertips. The mess of our lives, left on the sober thoughts.
© 2010 Holli Stout |
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Added on March 24, 2010 Last Updated on March 24, 2010 |