Sense In Sensual
The redolence of tropic garden orchids
A hush of tender whispers in my ear
The tang upon my lips of your amrita
A tingling on my skin as you draw near
Your fragrance is narcotic to my impulse
The sonance of your voice, a drug divine
Your taste, a sweetened opiate, inviting
And velvet pelt, a thing of grand design
Please ruin me with essence and aroma
Destroy me with the music of your sighs
Consume me with the flavors you desire
And feel the rapture ... as your virtue dies.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Smell Sound Taste Touch Repeat Sense" Poetry Contest, Sheri Fresonke Harper, Judge & Sponsor.
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