The sweet taste,
Of your sun-kissed lips.
The soft feel,
Of your fingertips.

The scent of,
Your colonge.
The low voice of,
You on the phone.

The dream that,
You&I share.
The feeling that,
I beware.

The amazing love,
We both feel.
The softened expression,
That is so real.

As you can see,
We're meant to be.
But I'm floating in,
The aroma of you.
 
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