Swept Away

 

Every time I catch wind

Of your breathing on my skin

I smell trouble

And oh what a sweet aroma it is,

Intoxicating my sense

Causing my inhibitions

To be high and a kite.

 

Reviews

[Dhaye]

"I smell trouble..." Nice irony. Sometimes love is addictive. They joy it will bring you will lift you up that's why you get intoxicated with it.

Short but impressive.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

That is so true, oh and some addictions are just too much fun.

[Dhaye]

.............. =)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I smell trouble...I've always loved that line.....exotic!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

thank you so much. Never had that compliment before, woohoo.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Just call it like I feel it...your poetry is without cage...wild...in it's heartbeat...exotic:)

[icelandicblue]

I love the edginess in this piece. Trouble sure can be intoxicating at times. I enjoyed this.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Oh yes the right kind of trouble sure can be. Thanks.

[Aethereal]

This is a very romantic expression of how close contact sequesters our moods. Perhaps your last line should read. "To climb as high as a kite."

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you very much, I will give that last line a thought.

[Aethereal]

You're welcome! There are many ways to write that last line. I only gave you the first one that came to mind, but there are better ones.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

I appreciate the feedback

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"i get high on the scent of you"

gotta like those slight breezes....

jacob

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Oh yes in deed sir, thank you.