SEVENTH SENSE

My eyes feast upon you
Every contour excites
I want to taste and devour
Your sweet delights.
The sound of your pleasure
Is the measure,
The music to my ears
And the smell
Of your passion, pure lust
Dispels any lingering fears.
It means so much
The tingle
When I touch,
And I know its right
As do you
Our shared flights
Of fancy and joy always new.
We feel one more
A seventh sense
Felt deep in our core,
When love is real
And how you feel
When you just know
That you've found the one
The one for evermore.

Phil Hall  April 2014