ethereal

And your scent for me to find
I roll my tongue and it's your taste
It's the sense of you I can face
I close my eyes to feel your shape
Your whispered breath kissing nape
Labels: poem
A nattering nabob against nascent nihilism, but certainly not consonance. The blog has expanded in many directions all at once to include poetry, pictures, and discussions of philosophy, current events, music, politics, government, and military affairs.
And your scent for me to find
I roll my tongue and it's your taste
It's the sense of you I can face
I close my eyes to feel your shape
Your whispered breath kissing nape
Labels: poem
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