It’s my… 2003

Mothers’ apple pie fresh out the oven, puppy breath, freshly cut grass,
These things you may smell, but right now… it’s my scent that’s arousing.

Beauty in a cloudy sky, chaos in the city, creativity in architecture,
These things you may see, but right now… it’s my eyes you’re looking into.

Cool, creamy milk quenching your thirst, the warm sun scorching your skin, butterflies that kiss your shoulder,
These things you may feel, but right now… it’s my touch that’s blessing.

Choir singing, ocean waves crashing, your best friends laughing,
These things you may hear, but right now… it’s my voice you’re listening to.

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