Your voice, cinnamon kisses Eyes- the sound of a wolf howling Your every word sends a shiver up my spine I haven't felt you yet but I know that when you say "I love you" I can feel every dip and curve of your body against mine and I've got you memorized I don't know your taste but it already reminds me of the color salmon
You're my every sense, my literal world
Finally able to place a label on all of these weird feelings I've had my entire life. Synesthesia! I guess I've got multiple kinds of it. Who knew? Maybe it makes me a better poet than I would be otherwise.