Smells of perfection, every inch of your skin
Sending my mind to places
Where we are, no clue of how it began
Every day a brand new start
Your voice so powerful and yet soothing
A tune made for my ears
Conversation we have become my favorite songs
To last me all of my years
The taste of ever lasting love
Lingering from every kiss
Those lips, smooth tongue, the breath of passion
Filling my soul with feels of heaven that only angels know exist
My eyes receive overflow of your beauty
Too great for words to explain
Absolutely made in His image, that glow of brown skin
Brown locs, that of lion's mane
Touches of your love, spiritually and physical
Results of producing life two times
Grateful for the purity in it all
Laws of attraction continuing to align
I’d wait in line, I'd freeze all time
To have my senses fixed in to you
Embraced my shine and saw even more
Reciprocation make me anew
About the Creator
Mousiké
Artist.
Morning Coffee
When I wake, The Coffee, I will smell.
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