Scent of Jasmine

Your curves call me across the room

Begging my palms

To travel languorously

Across your terrain

 

Your scent is jasmine

Filling my nose, my brain

Reminding me that you are

An exotic garden to explore

 

Your hair cascades

Down your back

I want to bury my nose

And hands into it

 

Your coffee with cream skin

Feels like a bolt of the finest

Silk, flowing like a waterfall

Against my fingertips

 

Your eyes, deep brown

With flecks of gold

Hold warmth and invitation

And bring me into your orbit

 

Your mouth whispers for me

To come closer, ever closer

And taste your bee-stung lips

And press my womanly curves to yours

 

Before the night grows cold

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