Before I enter, I could feel it, engulfing me
like a duvet on a bitter, winter’s night…from
the deep, musky smell of
your cologne, a mixture of burnt oak and sweet
vanilla notes, that I deeply inhale everytime you
are close….from the calming notes of blues and
reggae escaping from the stereo on your
windowsill, drawing me in with every melody,
hypnotising me as I step closer and closer to
the door….from the way the solid oak door feels on
my fingers, as I grasp the handle and twist, that
electrifying shivers running down the
length of my spine, jerking me alive, as if for the
very first time….from the way you look at me with
those eyes of yours, eyes so dark, it passes for black,
I get lost in those eyes of yours, I see your thoughts
before you speak them and yet you always surprise
me with the things that you say; with the things that
you do….from the way that you kiss me everytime I see
you, you embrace me so tightly, refusing to let me go,
fearful that someone will steal me at any given moment
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