Embrace...Part.1

Five...
Five senses...
Five hours...
Five days...
Five...

WIth my five senses I enjoy the embrace
Seeming more or less a figment
Than a chance or a taste
A token of appreciation
Or a chance to discuss
Calling on the non-verbal sensuality...
Lust...

Not quite...

The touch-
Removed from a lust-like state
The woven fabric tracing frames
Leaves no room for mistake...
And yet the room is closing in
Take proximity too
So with the nearing of the distance
Brings the cravings anew

The touch-
As fingers run freely through the river of hair
Flowing...brilliantly, majestic, strong, yet balanced with care
Trickling down the spine, briefly pausing at posts
The neck holding up the mind and attentions to boast
Plant a peck on the host, while she daunts with a toast
The touch-passionate, the fire burning brighter than most

This touch-
More reminiscent to a hit for a fiend
Leaves you staring while alone waiting for anything...
A quick fix, another go, another round with the queen
Withdrawals are the demons-when away it would seem

But when encountering eventuals
The present turns incredible
Presenting once deniables
Creating the reliable
The antidote so viable
The needs for one's survival
And a shot at true revival
Rests within the moments idle

Idol-izing...
Fantasizing...
Fantastic-
The latter sounds appropriate.

Fantasizing-
One glance into the eyes calls two tales...
A dark past...
A bright future...
Nicknamed Future,
For the Prophet foretells
A longing for one another
Deep within where it dwells
A queen in every right,
Yet Princess by the sake of the name
A king in search for something real,
Someone removed from the games

I find myself lost...
Why...even that sentence is a paradox
How can something found be lost?
Like a burn thats caused by frost
Man, forget the rhyming for a second...
Thank you.

Look I need to come out and speak my mind...
But the thoughts...
These thoughts are sacred...
These feelings guarded...
This stylo...this style...

I've travelled this road before
Seen the pathway
The trees
The back alleys
I've seen the flowing meadows
**** I've even seen the slums

But that was then...
Days, weeks, months, years ago
Time has no binding force here.
The only sense of being rests in sensory domains

Touch
As I caress the curvatures of your frame
The flesh of your hips
I start to crave for more than just a touch
I mean...who wants to stay at arms length?

Who would really want to? Who could hold back the urge...

Sight
My eyes undress you seconds at a time
Recreating scenes for my minds eye to play back at later occasions
Piercing the pleasures that replay in this place...that place...
Like zane, at 1:12 we can do it anywhere
And with the sight that I see
Blessing me...

Here, there, far, near, I wouldn't care...

Scent
From afar the shear sense drew me in
Caramel, cocoa butter, and cinnamon
Japanese Blossom fills the space so close
Inviting, the essence that I'm feeling the most

Got me rhyming again...

Sound
Like the sweetest song
A dove's tale with a swans harmony
No need for back ups
Your solo take is more than enough to impress
Sacred siren secretly savoring success...

Shhhhh...
She's coming...

Taste
By far the most tempestuous of temptations
Teasing the tongue with tasty travesties
These treats more treacherous than testing
Twisting Twilight's treasures...

Tell me this...
Can census truly define consensus
Can sense truly capture the scents
This loose change jingling, empty cents
Or maybe with all feats featured since...
No, I'll leave the pleasures pence
Or duplicate...a penny spent
With due return, this manner lent
Itself in wholesome banishment

Exile from ineptitude
The richness of the fifths
Bereft of simple fancies
Sight, Scent, eager whiffs
Taste, Touch, not enough
Sounding almost as surreal
Yet obtaining all at once...
While in your company a steal...

(To be continued...)

very lyrical as your name suggests, love the talent.

MirrorMirror, much thanks. Huck, the love is appreciated. Thanks to you both.