Invested

You have a grip.
My eye.
My sweet girl, you have my eye.
My nose.
Precious one, your scent is of
hyacinth and spice.
My ear.
My darling, I melt at timbre of uttered words.
My touch.
My peach, I revel in the tingling, yours and mine.
My tongue.
My love, I taste your skin, your desire.
With all five senses,
Invested.