Jesse Ojuka

My words fell like silk on her skin
they tasted like smooth honey on her mind
they held her like a knight did his maiden, they sounded like soft jazz
they floated in the air like a dancing dandelion, they looked like golden orbs
they felt like a smooth stone found on a memorable day at the beach
they sounded like the perfect song
they smelt like a botanic garden in the middle of a hot summer
they glided like a dolphin, they tickled like a feather, 
they hypnotised like a swaying pendant