Tantalizing: you are, as you walk past me.
you smell of Madagascar…
…spicy
sweet…
…exotic
that scent enveloping you
captivates my senses and renders me helpless
you lean into me
just enough for me to kiss
that special spot on your neck.
I kiss,
I inhale you
…your scent
…refusing to exhale
until my breath escapes me.
I desire more
I attempt to pull you closer,
you playfully resist-
while your softly scented hand
brushes against my cheek
ending with your index finger
…resting
on my bottom lip.
My tongue
…searches
for your finger…
finds it…
…gently sucks
sensually…
until you
remove your finger, and
replace it with your
…soft
moist…
…lips…both sets
yes, Vanilla Noir resides there too;
but I digress:
You effortlessly press
your body against mine
I…inhale you again
but this time
deeper…
than before.
Your Vanilla Noir
permeates my senses…
causing my grip
on your voluptuous hips
to get stronger.
I hold you;
…pull you closer
bury my face…
…between your
breasts…
until I have
…inhaled YOU…
completely into me.
such sweet torture.
This Vanilla Noir weakens me
You weaken me.
I’ve been captured
By your Sweet…Sensual
Vanilla Noir.
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Nice. Real nice. Your words paint a picture well.