This is not a scent - - Sweet Madness

By midnight_temptress

Beneath the blankets
Sweat dripping
Heats becoming hotter still,
I can smell your lust on the pillows beneath us
[drenched]
Juices flowing,moving,like time
Smell that seduction
[an aroma of pure]
candles burning
wax is dripping
just like the juices
dancing down my thighs
heats building as the friction increases
heartbeats increasing
feelings are racing....
and as one...
We end this madness
[sweet madness]
Exotic fruits fill your tastebuds
as your shove your face into my hair
and as one...
we end this madness

[sweet madness]

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Copyright 2010 midnight_temptress
Published on Tuesday, September 28, 2010.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Jonas Robinson On Sunday, November 25, 2018, Jonas Robinson (848)By person wrote:

    I adore this poem. I feeds me with a darkness like no other.

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