Sex, Sweat and Perfume

Sex,sweat and perfume Still consume this room The sheets washed a thousand times Yet laced with our swansong I lay on pillows new But just like morning dew As droplets of us are evaporating I'm left...with all the aromas...and envisage what they bring But there's nothing left to anticipate A swansong heard now on death we await To feel your lips upon mine one last time Delicately parted by my tongue My muse...my Alice Prin Who brings forth unadulterated sin! For the amount of canvases who have felt my strokes some may deem me amateur Yet through constant connective awareness,readdressing and adjusting minute details I have intensified my masterstroke so i fill the canvas and it swells to produce Cream of the Crop They said love conquers all To believe that are you a fool? To be questioned on passion, lust and love coexisting? A question only asked by those still searching!! For I won't settle for anything less X