The Senses Poem by Ari Alsio

You can taste the senses,
breathe deeply,
let your senses merge,
kiss pampered,
kissing in the groin and armpits.
The skin over the sliding tongue,
drawing Jubilee
to taste the mouth and nose to smell,
whispering for skin,
sweet flesh crying out for more
lips wants to sing luck,
thousands of bee in my head
skin burn the respiratory rhythm,
humidity and heat combined,
throbbing veins hungry for more
Black and white satin on top of tears,
slow waltz makes sweet to my ears,
snakes and flowers,
like in a dream,
on to my stomach your tongue swirls.
flesh vibrates freedom,
your hair flow to the floor,
my hand stick towards happiness,
I hope, I hope, and I hope,
more hope.
Thighs vibrates,
shakes White caps momentum in the mouth,
does not burn anyone out,
but it will be so happy,
I cry and I shout after your name.