What I feel like when thoughts I have of you wander through mind.
Day by day the sensation that lurks through the ever so deep and long cold halls.
The deep consciousness that strikes the failing heart going to rest

The aroma of trickling juice running down a peachy child’s chin.
The thick humid air you smell on a raw day when the rain just stopped

The fuzzy velvet impressions between your fingers as you hold your lover close.
Flavor of soft lips flushed and longing, waiting for that special someone to touch.

The creeping behind you making you look around,
The sound of the piano being hardly played,
The wishing you could get away,
The surprise waiting around the corner…

Deep and purple…