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My Indulged Senses

My Indulged Senses

As the smell of your skin permeates my dreams,
inundated seems
to be my constant state

Hearing your voice is like a choir sings,
as aurally I'm awoken
by my spoken mate

Sedated by the vision
within my eyes,
with a fixated feel
upon my skin

The taste of your kiss
is like a sun that's rised
that will never go down again

"Good morning" is all
we say or hear
while there's so much more so far within

A good morning-
to say the very least-
spoken with a smile that's always been.