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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On Sunday, November 25, 2018, Jonas Robinson
(848) wrote:
I adore this poem. I feeds me with a darkness like no other.