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...
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