It Is the Scent of Your Soul
In my arms secure I delicately brush back your hair,
Touch your skin almost imperceptibly
Your eyes vanish into mine.
I feel miraculously lost in your splendor...
but...
it is the scent of your soul...
In my arms guarded you graze my lips with slender fingers
Kiss my body, soothingly knead my shoulders,
you inhale my gaze,
steal me, lead me to your dominion
but...
it is the scent of your soul...
Fusion of companions luscious in the air
Voices that harmonize in the sounds of pleasure
Willingly unconscious in a flurry of delight
On an adult merry-go-round of fervent assimilation
but...
it is the scent of your soul...
your beauty unmatched
violet colored eyes, sun embraced hair,
an unblemished china white complexion,
lips that dance in sync with spring,
but...
it is the scent of your soul...
your primal allure unparalleled
that bedroom draw that you possess
your fragrant heat that screams a man's desire
those womanly parts, a body perfect entices...
but...
but, still there is no measure.
The strength of your kindness,
your giving nature,
your nurse like instincts,
the pure drive of your convictions.
I would sacrifice all else
nothing matters more...
it is the scent of your soul that owns me.
12~10~2014
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Contest Name: The Scent of Your Soul
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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