The Traces of You

Location

 Somewhere around July 13, 2013 . . .

 

I love the smell of you

I love the smell of you and me

Sweating, in an oven-baked heat

It’s an intoxicating, elevating, exhilarating, overwhelming, breathtaking

Recipe

It’s delectable, decadent

The dish is oh so good, but the dessert’s even better

Clean up is a hassle, but it’s all so worth it

I love the smell of you and me

Like it, nothing can be

Your chocolate-covered kisses are addictive

Flows through my senses

Shuts me down

Makes me weak until I’m reduced to communicating with my eyes

All the things I cannot force my lips to say

 

I love the smell of your essence, your entire being

I yearn for it, desperate

Bury my face in your neck

Hiding from all things bad

Escaping to all things good, a paradise

I breathe you into me

Leaving me refreshed, relaxed, calmed, as only you could do

I love the smell of you

Holding pillows and sheets to my face

A crack head trying to get that next high

You are my drug

You I can’t refuse and I cannot fight

You even call my name like addicts reports you do

There’s no rehabilitation, no redemption from you

They say, “We’re going to hell in a handbasket,”

And I’ll gladly climb aboard that train,

Hit the button to Destruction,

And strap myself in

Cause the journey’s sure to be one hell of a ride

And I wouldn’t miss it for this world, or the next

 

See, I love the smell of you

For the moment, when I breathe you into my lungs

Filling each lobe and every airway

The feeling coursing through my bloodstream

It’s stuck in my senses

Like that memory your brain remembered

And the memory the mind cannot remember

To forget

 

With an existence like yours

It’s no wonder you leave a trail of broken necks

And wide eyes wherever your sexy sway carries you

They say the dog chases the cat

Like how flies attract to light

In the dark of the night

How bees naturally float to flowers and only the sweetest ones

You pull me in

How ‘bout I be your bee if you be my flower

I’m privileged to have landed on your soft, luscious rose petals

No

Soft, pink cherry blossom petals

Because you are a flower without any thorns

Now all I’m asking is just a little pollen for the bee

Just a little taste of you for me

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this poem feels like a rap verse that have rhythm and melody

it provides an in depth look of intimacy in your eyes

very well written

 

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