It Was...

It wasn't your smile
But more of an air
Call it your essence
Teasing me aware

It wasn't your warm breath
Upon my naked breast
But more of a presence
That stirred up my rest

It wasn't your lingering kiss
Upon my Award Winning Rose
Call it a subtle sensation
That tingled and forever flowed

It wasn't your loving words
But more of a look
Your enlarged pupil eyes
Was truely all that it took

It was all of the above
And something's i cannot say
That drove me all the way home
And into your loving arms today

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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