Sensory Overload

In the blowing of the wind it’s her name I hear,
And as always, I wish she was here.

Her eyes are a beautiful labyrinth, a maze,
Whenever I see her, she never ceases to amaze.

With every breath, I think of her scent,
I worship her as goddess, heaven sent.

No taste can compare to her lips on mine,
An explosion of passion, a delectable land mine.

Without her, my hug has a hole,
When I’m with her, she makes me feel whole.