fragrance

Flaming Angels Of Spring

"A woman's body encapsulates his wayward eye that seeks an elusive love."

Flaming angels of spring weave a pastoral tapestryO’er the sleepless, meadowed minds,Entreating the burning softness of summer;Freedom, resurrected in its breath,When warmly winds lick the searching facesInhaled ‘neath the rapture of its tongue.Passion seasons fruit for its victims,Nestled in pain...

Worship of Flesh

"Love for the taste and fragrance of women"

I squeeze rose petals And pour the juice onYour shaven mound,And watch the dropsTrickle down between yourPetals, which are rosier Than the flower I crushed. I smell the open lips And taste them.Ah! How well the rose juice and your own have blended....