Arousing My Senses

You are a feast for me.
My eyes take in your smile, and I can’t help but smile back.
I want to feel your hair as it runs through my fingers, as I grip it tightly.
I want to taste your lips,
Inhale your scent from the crook of your neck.
I want to hear the sounds you make as I unravel you.
Yes, you are a feast for my senses,
And I want to dine again and again.