10. Senses

Smoky…

The swirling odor

Without hesitation and

Absolute--

I open my eyes

To be greeted by onyx ones

A broad chestier grin

Plastered upon his face

Goofy and affectionate!

Memories of hours ago

Rotates freshly away

In my mind space

Sizzling flashes of passion

Fascinates the body

Bewilder my soul

Screams--

In pure anticipation

Was knocking

At my heart's door.

The twinkle of last night's

Forbidden actions

Still visible in his eyes.

He leans in closer

Swiftly,

Bracing his lips

Against my own.

His odor smoky_

(But not the bad kind)

And potent

Playing with my senses

Our lips parted, and

I'm lost--

Lost in his deep

Soulful

Onyx eyes

Absolutely, and

Without hesitation…