What senses last when passion's heat abates br laid low to rest beneath sweet lover's quilt? br Perhaps, the taste of milky river rates br as well, or more, as tepid semen spilt br br on cavern walls between receptive thighs. br Consider unique breath imbued with scents br from secret herbs that all too oft disguise br the wanton wench in garbs of innocence. br br The eyes remember well what forms they see br nor do mute whispers pass attentive ears; br but feeling you of all seems best to me br as all of you by touch at once appears. br br It's not what each or all the senses do: br they all perceive as one the perfect you.