Musings from the dragons heart

I listen as the Autumn wind whispers through the trees,

I see your whimper as you lay across my knees.

I hear the thunder of the waves as the crash in to the soft sand,

I watch as you flinch at the point of contact.

A smack, a crash, a whisper, a flinch.

This world  made up of senses.

The salty breeze from the sea.

The taste of you lips,

The scent of Autumn.

The smell of you bouquet,

Senses that attract,

Senses that delight.

I feel the crisp mornings,

I absorb your silky smoothness.

Your heady scent intoxicated,

Your tears to be commiserated.

I whisper to you.

Good girl.

Floradragon