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Click hereYour voice
caresses,
slips under skin,
intoxicating,
like pomegranate wine.
sinks sweet, warm, and smooth
in my core, a
familiar
fever.
Your gaze
glides over,
pauses, admires,
in flesh ignites fires,
overwhelms my senses.
sweeps and probes my eyes
seeking deeper
in my soul
for truth.
Your touch
consumes nerves.
bolts of desire
strike and flood my core;
fervently I grasp you,
to steady waves which
crash and threaten
to devour
reason.
Our scent
mingles, wafts
such harmony
among our senses
sweet strain, kinesthesia
an ocean of one
breath and body
strive in sync
to climb.
Here's another piece so well done;
Here you've another example of sensory overload.
The USA spelling for the word ‘kinaesthesia’
“The brain's awareness of the position and movement of the body, limbs, etc., by means of sensory nerves in the muscles and joints.”