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5 senses

All five senses are screaming nonsense,
They are aggravated because you swept them off baby,
You could have been discreet,
But my eyeballs keep rolling,
In your direction,
Because your walk is alluring.

You could have raised the tone,
But your baritone delivered my ears from noise,
And relieved it with your very own inspired song,
No wonder you are claimed as 1derful.

Now, my,
Taste buds couldn't acknowledge you,
There are already weaken by your tongue,
You indeed master your words and the desserts they serve,
Making my tummy rejoice without ever tasting.

And hmmm,
How you smell good!
Nah, this might be a lie,
Never have I come close to your natural scent,
But the pleasentness you give to the rest of my senses is your pass.

Touch,
That's right, you have that touch,
That only endurant souls  simultaneously leave and hold.

My 5 senses are on the edge,
As you keep "em interested,
Captive, they are,
Still screaming nonsense,
Who can comprehend the fire you make?


#Sensesgonecrazy
#Penstillsteadytho

By
mon amie et ma soeur
Mary Grace

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