Maid In Love - Poem by Tea Kawana
Whenever you come near,
your radiation penetrates through my skin,
my blood pressure rises,
my pulse races.
Your speech improves my hearing;
I am able to count the syllables in every line.
Your eyesight stimulates my heart rate.
You wear with you, an authentic aroma of coffee
and cigarettes. My nostrils fill up, the scent rushes in my head,
unknowingly creating an impossible present.
My finger tips twitch to be at your service,
My hands get compelled to touch you,
My arms want to hold you.
Your body is mine to cater for.
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