My Five Senses
The sight of the sea whenever you're with me.
My beautiful daughters one, two, three.
Soft top down, your hair in the breeze.
The sound of music turned up loud.
I don't care about the crowd.
I'm already on the dance floor.
The smell of a baby's downy hair.
First bath over, mum's in the chair.
I pass the bundle, midwife in charge.
The taste of your lips after that swim.
When you kissed me on a whim.
My mouth hot in the sun.
Oh yes, the touch of skin on skin.
Where oh where do I begin
and you end?
11/08/2019
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2018
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