Sweet and Sour

The tang of the vital body scents an inner sky the fleshy funk as it surfaces to be perceived. Aromas; the perfumed stench of the incarnate so like a flowering orchid its thick leafed presence overwhelming, its delicate enticements an allure chained to an image that blooms into sex. The pervading smell of memory the attar of the rose, the delicate fragrance of enticement all a waft toward corruption where death plants its roots deep into the blossom.