I see you,
No I mean I really see you
Your eyes and smile are but a very small piece of you.
I see your heart
You hopes and dreams
Your anxiety and fearI feel you
I feel you tremble beneath my touch
I feel your skin heat and cool
I feel you emotions as they keep you captive or set you free
I feel your anticipation your eagerness to serveI hear you
I hear you even when you don't speak
I hear the words in the spaces
I hear your breathing how it picks up when you're nervous and excited
I hear you moaning in pleasure or from sensual painI smell you
I smell your natural scent that makes you uniquely you
I smell your favorite perfume
I smell your arousel as I whisper in your ear
I smell your longingI can taste you
In my mind you taste of everything forbidden and sweet
You taste of the promise of passion
You taste of multiple orgasms and heightened senses
You taste like a double helping of my favorite desert
You taste like my favorite songs on repeat
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RomansaShort stories, poems, and tales from the mind of a Sensualist with Sadistic tendencies in the BDSM world.