senses

why is it that some people take up space in your soul? seeing you smell my clothes seeing you write that for me seeing you sweaty after dancing seeing your message finally pop up seeing your beautiful eyes in the sun hearing your moans hearing your song hearing you talk to me gently hearing you defend me touching your pillows touching my skin after you touching a map of your city smelling your hug smelling your laundry detergent tasting my own hunger for you i must come to my senses