Poetry

I Enjoy

I enjoy the sight of you
Breath taking beauty to which
No adjective can do justice
A mere glimpse cannot suffice
Please forgive me if I stare

I enjoy your scent
As pleasing as aroma therapy
And enticing as sensual candles
Euphoric and sweet as compared
With the perfume of angels

I enjoy your touch
Every point of contact sends
A jolt of ecstatic energy
A surge of tingling sensation
That same touch
Can bring bliss to my depression
In likeness
To how winter gives way to spring

I enjoy the sound of your voice
So soothing and kind
A voice with which
I can laugh, cry, and converse for hours on end
Yet to me it will never tire or bore

Now I ask may I have the privelage
Of enjoying the taste of your kiss
My other senses tell me it is
Brighter than the purest white
Sweeter than the fullest garden
More electrifying than a thousand volts
More melodic than the song bird's symphany
And much more exquisite than the ambrosia of gods

Without you
These things I cannot enjoy
And without these
I cannot enjoy you
For they are your entity
And I am yours
I enjoy you