the grove of whelming my senses reside in make everything feel like love. like a warm cookie and a blanket fresh from the dryer after a bath. everything about you makes me want to write more, makes me want to find new ways to express the adoration i've accumulated for you over the time we've known each other. i know this might sound a little silly, but grounding myself in my core senses makes things easier for me to come to terms with and understand.
these are how i feel about you at my core senses <3
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sight; my what one you are. chocolate eyes and bronze plated hair, probably centuries in the making judging by the craftsmanship. your artisan crafted hands like those from magazines, molded to fit in mine like they were made for each other.
sound; the music of songbirds that leaves your lips, lined with no fool's gold. your sneezes of kitten's essence, your speech patterns laced with grace, your voice is the only voice of a man i have ever trusted, and i'm okay with that. you speak with honesty, you speak with love.
taste; your mind and heart are so worldly with the things it enjoys. your soul is full of cravings for good creations in the world you exist in. the craftsmanship you desire in work only matching that of your own making; dependent on source of course. independent work must be made with love and enjoyment, like a cycled fish tank its necessary for it to thrive and live on. corporate work must have standards, if they want to live alongside the work of smaller muses. they must have soul, they must have a heart. they cannot be as lacking in soul as the corporation tree they fell from.
touch; your skin is soft and comparable to that of a rose petal. when our thumbs interchangeably graze one another's hands in comfort and support, the soft pad of your finger is enough to make me forget every thought in my head except for that one. the feeling of your lips against my cheek is like having a kitten resting against you while the summer rays bounce through a window. it reads as, "i've got you." and "i'm here for you.". the feeling of your body resting near mine, the collapsing of stress from the day and the melting relaxation across your face as our hands intertwine again.
scent; puppies and clouds. the blanket from that night retaining your aura of comfort and ease, thinking about that hoodie i gave you and how lucky it is to exist with you everyday. it was waking up and knowing you were with me before my eyes cracked open, that scent of hugs and love was still in the same bed as me.
