Listen to me! He lies,my sixth sense screams.But pheromones have muddled my hearing,and all I can senseis my own lust
intentions,intense incentivesburnish the frame of the mood we’re in,letting go briefly, as they come to our senses
Never touched You, Can never hold You
You’re nowhere to be seenSo never really told You
So grateful for Your presence — Whenever, wherever
She swallows more…
summer senses(a One-Line Poem response to “Senses” by Harper Thorpe on Chalkboard)