The "sense" in Sensuality

by Jack Gilardi   Apr 11, 2006


I feel your hot breath on my skin.
I feel your warm hands caressing, exploring.
I breathe in your sweet aroma.
Like a dying man begging for a last breath.
You drown me in your warmth and beauty.
Your eyes, like green fire capture me, invite me.
Your taste, like the sweetest of sweet.
I lose myself in you.
I am lost.

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