It Was... Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

It wasn't your smile
But more of an air
Call it your essence
Teasing me aware

It wasn't your warm breath
Upon my naked breast
But more of a presence
That stirred up my rest

It wasn't your lingering kiss
Upon my Award Winning Rose
Call it a subtle sensation
That tingled and forever flowed

It wasn't your loving words
But more of a look
Your enlarged pupil eyes
Was truely all that it took

It was all of the above
And something's i cannot say
That drove me all the way home
And into your loving arms today