I miss the essence of your citrus scent,
hidden
In a warm tropical space
Leaving me high and dense.
Your sweet golden streaks, hugging your gentle face with a radiant glow,
your warm words always cause a sweet downpour.
In bliss, it seems to show,
our friendship further grows.
The spell of your gestures and smile
pulsating through,
like soft velvet fire
coursing through latent desires.
We share a glare as you walk away,
Display a smirk and say another day.
You hold my hand through conscience dreams,
Cradling this existence of you and me.