Filed under: observations | Tags: desires, experience, life, love, lust, sex, sight, smell, sound, taste, touch
Woman. Immaculate.
I want to see her
Lips.
Nose.
Ears.
And eyes.
What’s on her mind?
I want to touch her
Face.
Hands.
Neck.
And all over.
How does her body feel against mine?
I want to smell her
Sweat.
Hair.
Lust.
And skin.
Where has she been?
I want to hear her
Pleasure.
Pain.
Fears.
And desires.
What? Where? How? When?
I want to taste her
Lips.
Skin.
Sweat.
Pleasure.
Is she sweet?
Of course she is.
She always is.
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Being curious is what I do. It’s what people everywhere should do. Window. I want to see through it. What’s on the other side? Fabric. I want to touch it. What does it feel like against my fingers? Flower. I want to smell it (granted, not during allergy season). Is it sensational? Music. I want to hear it. Can I drown myself in the harmony? Food. I want to taste it. Will I want to spit it out?
