Complicated being that is human
Diverse as we may be, bound by features
Of similarity our worlds are brought
To life. Glory be the senses through which
Joy can be found. Five great gifts bestowed,
Defines, refines the nature of our being.
Smells I love in morning, coffee with a
Cinnamon roll. Sugary spice delight.
Warming, robust comfort, I am able
To breathe it in. Smells I love in summer,
Fresh cut grasses of green. Aroma of
Revival; lovely, lively energy.
Tastes I love to savor, invoke feelings
In me. Popsicles wet and fruity
Return me to the child inside. Giggle
Silly dancing, memories come alive.
Tastes I love everlasting, the classic
Peppermint. Soothing and peaceful coating,
My belly it always helps. It freshens
Cleanly confidence. Flavor of my choice.
Sounds I love exploding. Fireworks shake
My soul. Farts that break a silence always
Make me laugh. Sounds I love a melody.
Transform through time and space. Soft reminders.
Sights I love their wonder. The amazement
Beheld in nature. Turquoise rippling waves
Thrust sunny, sandy tendrils onto shore.
Powdered, pristine mountain range, stairway through
The sky. Ecocentric beauty defined.
Touches I love and live for. Hot, naked
Embrace. Twangled limbs and lips. Deep pleasure.
Fervorous, forceful, fantastic feeling.
Glory be the senses, accept my praise.
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