Eyes protruding
Not windows to the soul
Active feelers of
A sensuous being
Brail lay on
Mountains of all seeing peaks
Engulfing essences of heated passion
Sensitive in sight
Moisture
Wind
Cold
Reactive and dilated
Announcing visional pleasure
Gazing spheres
Judging only the other
On beauty
Suppleage
Grace
Cresting above
The sensor of scent
A goblet round
In center’s mist
Enclosed by a protective
Holy star
Six points gather
Horizons fade
This bright aroma
Intoxicates
An illusion of vision
Traps with delicately
Fermented poise
One survives off two
Two encompasses three
Visual
Smell
Intensifying awakened taste
Mystified deep clasps
Buds of savory flavor
Double brim
Calling for entrance
Belief in perfection
Satisfaction only permissible
Through high class
Delicacies
Fine wine accentuating
Fullness
Prime cuts selected to
Endure individualistic taste
Unlimited time
Presented and grasped
Thin coat recognized
Drop of purple
Slice of juice
The morsels
Giving in to relentless
Youth
This cave
The last forte
However all around
Dilated
Fermented
Delicacies
Surround