The Request (17/30)

The prompt for day 17 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem in which you very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses. This is what I came up with...



she leans in close to ask
me a question; I inhale

the sweetness of her blossom
scented nectar losing the answer

she laughs as I coyly fumble my
words, eye sight tumbling down the

roundness of her heaving cleavage
she reaches over to whisper a

request; sensual vibrations in her
voice initiating a million goosebump

march from earlobe to toes; 
next time my boss needs

to inquiry if someone else
would like to make coffee.





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