The Way You Look

The way you look

in that red dress

makes me want to skip dinner.

The way you speak,

your tongue and voice caressing each word,

makes me want to forget the concert.

The way you smell,

violent with the notes of roses,

makes me draw in close to your neck.

The way you feel,

with your hair and cheeks so soft,

makes checking my watch seem silly.

The way you taste,

your cherry lips and tongue a touch of mint,

makes me forget our dinner plans completely.

(Photo credit: "Red dress" from David Monroy on flickr)