The aroma of curry
The taste of Thai
those lingering feasts of shrimp pad as you tasted me with your eyes
Perhaps a clove
Black as night
******* you could always do it right
Any song with a driving beat
your rhythms never failed to turn up the heat
The hot hot sun
Splashing cool water following a dive in your lake
my nails on your  back leaving marks as I rake
Green eyes (like emeralds) that twinkle and shine
and a vigorous........laugh
after your breathless plea...be mine
Face time phone time
Endless texting away
keeping me posted every single day
The distinct  scent of pine
Wafting up from my gin
that so-very-determined set of your chin
Gum chewing-oh that can take me so far
Always a pack of spearmint in the car
never stopped you from tasting me so deep and so hard

Seems as though I stay on the yellow brick road
Aching for Oz
But I've lost my way, my map, my carpet that flies
Still taking my trips
Behind the lids of my eyes