Natural Perfume
He is day's melody
adorned by sun-blessed winds
rich and dark the manly warmth,
he always holds me ,caressing my hours
with spritz of a thousand songs...
Commanding flowers to unfold
the scent of his presence
mingles with that unmistakable
woody musky aroma,
lingering in whiffs of air,
heady and ambrosial
a fragrance natural, not bottled nor diluted
that my ardor burns.
And I become his starlight , his woman
he leans on me for water's sustenance,
with pulses of reverence and wonder.
Somehow , at all times I know.
in a forest of naked trees,
his potent balm protects our nakedness...
It was ours, this spirit...not to be shared
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