What is it in the scent of your skin
That brings to my heart madness?
For I writhe for opportune time
To brush my fingertips across your soul
But no, I must only touch you,
Gently with my eyes
For I could never dare
That brings to my heart madness?
For I writhe for opportune time
To brush my fingertips across your soul
But no, I must only touch you,
Gently with my eyes
For I could never dare
To own your heart.
Though you know me well,
I am unknown –
And though my heart
Though you know me well,
I am unknown –
And though my heart
Does beat to serve you,
Your friendship is all
Your friendship is all
I shall ever own.
Your tongue
Your words
And all the contents
Your tongue
Your words
And all the contents
Of your breast
Do beseech my heart,
Do beseech my heart,
But to love you –
And you alone.
In my darkest hours,
Your existence
And you alone.
In my darkest hours,
Your existence
Sets my soul at rest
I am bewitched
I am bewitched
By all your beauty speaks –
Your words
Your tongue
Your breath
I am but a man
Your words
Your tongue
Your breath
I am but a man
Whose heart I do not own
And all the contents of your breast
Doth crush my heart, yet still complete me.
And all the contents of your breast
Doth crush my heart, yet still complete me.
© Sumyanna 2016
Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: scent
Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com
Wow, this is so moving.
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Thank you very much Robbie!
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