Scent of a Creole Woman

Louisiana creole lady filled my weekend ghost of lust lingers my room silent as a flower scent of powder and perfume hangs in the air... The ruins of our pleasure sound of the sea pages turning her nearness enchanted me perfume of wildflowers moonlight and dew... The fragrance of her skin smell of her shampoo breezes through as I inhale the feel of her soft body and deep wet kisses... It was if I had never existed elsewhere her soft aroma lingers left upon my rustling sheets... Tonight I will sleep on her side of the bed because it still smells of her... ~ ~ ~ ~