Sensing You

Sensing You

If asked how to smell you
I'd say
move in close, touch if you dare,
ignoring the danger overwhelming your
reason, passing through brief
states of ecstasy.
I'd say
take but the slightest breath,
inhale the fecund fragrances,
the deep aroma dances.
I'd say
move just a fraction away,
see the sweet sensation
fleetingly on your face,
hear soft exhalations of relief.
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By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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