I cannot love you without my senses

I cannot love you without my senses.

Without that sandalwood scent that comes from the balm of your skin and the fragrance of a perfume, a mixture of wet earth, wood and a promised Eden.

I want that soft murmur coming from your mouth, saying "don't be afraid, I'm here, with you".

Manly melody emanating from your lips.

Throwing me into the vertigo of feeling attached to your skin, feeling that I'm alive. I want your beautiful accent with those sweet words and that "I love you" near my ear, provoking ecstasy and accelerating my heartbeat.

I want to touch you, I need your caresses, your fingers caressing my hair, your hands sliding softly over my cheeks and your mouth calling me darling.

Under that warm gaze that remained engraved, tattooed on a romantic heart, which today feels wounded.

You took over my sanity and today you become torture. In this distance, without you, it becomes agony.

Love feeds on all the senses, the scent of your skin, the taste of your lips joined to mine, the warmth of your arms and the beating of your chest next to mine.

But it also feeds on patience, so that beyond any thought, it envelops certain oaths, which reveal the true meaning of a feeling!