You Fill Up My Senses

I love the way your eyes see me,
Reflecting our good natured fun,
They way they promise without fear,
And see the good times to come.
I love the way your nose wrinkles,
Drinking in every scent,
Matching them to our life together,
And of the places that we went.
I love the way your ears strain,
To capture every sound,
The giggles, the whispers, the moans and laughter,
In my pleasures you abound.
I love the way you taste the moment,
And savour every bite,
The way you appraise every morsel,
From the break of day to night.
I love the way you touch my skin,
With revered eccentricity,
You transform me with your touch,
And its electricity.
You fill up my senses so completely,
In ways I can't explain,
I hope I'm not like John Denver,
And crash in a light plane.

I was writing about how someone fills up your life and the senses idea seemed good. The filling up of the senses bit came next. Then, I thought of Denver and how it was tragic the way he died.