You are a sweet intoxication.
I inhale your perfume,
and it runs
through my body,
straight to my heart,
tickling my veins, my lungs,
my soul as it goes.
Your velvet voice tickles the
lining of my throat
and warms my cheeks
and wraps me in a cacophony
of sweet and subtle
symphonic scents and sounds.
I succumb to your presence,
dissolving myself into
a vibrant hodgepodge of
delicious delight.
You are dizziness
and light-headedness
and loss of balance.
My sweet, succulent
intoxication.
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