Her Scent, Her Taste

Her scent,
Intoxicating potion,
that fills dewy fresh.
Pines and moss,
earthly tannins that drives a hunger.
Freshly sprung flowers,
springs a blossom harvest.
Powdery florals,
that tickles the nose.

Her taste,
Swelling buds,
the tongue tangos.
Savory sweet,
sweat that boils flesh.
Ravaging feast,
of kisses, licks and bites.
Loosen the belt,
and pop that top button.


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