All Five Senses

I met a girl who
excited all five senses:
the sound of her voice;
the sight of her face;
the touch of her hand;
the taste of her kiss;
the smell of her skin.

Her pungent smell of girl
sends me to other realms
because my sense of smell
is what she overwhelms;
if I lose sight and touch,
the music in my ears,
I could tell just by smell
and lay to rest her fears.
I do not choose to lose
my hearing, sight or taste,
missing three of five senses,
               two senses  
               too much
               to waste.