The Sense

A Poem by Indigoshadows

My soul is buried in your body.
The look of you.
Eyes that lock me in place.
Struck still
Yet storming within
As they beckon me.
The feel of you.
Rough made smooth.
The soft graze of fingers
Conforming to me.
Surrendering the burdens
As they melt away.
The scent of you.
Intoxicating.
Fresh and clean- you draw me in.
The sweetness
Unable to mask
The primal beast within.
The taste of you.
Electricity.
The kiss so sweet,
Yet bitter in its brevity.
The fire rages on long after
On my burning tongue.
The Desire-
To lose my sense in you
And never come up for air.