On The Look Out - Poem by Cabaline xxx
My mind is always searching.
I'm constantly on guard.
My ears are finely tuned,
I can pick out your voice easily.
My eyes are sharply focused.
I can see you in a crowd, as if,
there was no-one but you.
My nose is familiar with your scent,
your comforting, warm smell.
My skin longs to feel yours,
the electricity jumping between us.
My lips, my tongue yearn to taste you,
your sweet, addicting tang.
If you knew just how much of my
undivided attention you gently hold,
you would be astonished.
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