Six senses

I hear the words
gently roll off your
wet with anticipation lips

I watch with eager eyes
as you take a small
step towards me

I am knocked back
from the smell of roses
rolling off you in waves

I begin to salivate
when I think of your lips
as they tentatively touch mine

I shiver from pleasure
and shake from passion
as your hand falls on my shoulder

and I become a puddle
as our souls become one
forming a union that can not be broken