Sense

What sense does it make to tell her how I feel.
She will make sense of it, fake from real.
People talk shit and she doesn't.
That is why we will never plum-it.
My sense of touch lets her know I'm there.
Her sense of hearing lets her know i care.
My sense of sight lets me admire her beauty.
Her sense of taste lets her do "her duty".
Lost in the lust of a shower together.
We lost our sense of smell, not to bad could b better.
In a sense, i miss u, all of u and it makes no sense to let u go.