Fragances

The morning light

Bright and full of promises

Awakened me.

I was alive

Full of the odors of life.

What was that perfume

I could smell.

The delicate fragrance

of sweet night jasmine

permeated the air.

My long silk nightgown

In a heap by my bed

I smiled

As the wildness

of him returned

I had rubbed

the petals of the jasmine

into my breast for him.

Its driving me wild he cried.

Speaking his lust to my nipples.

I laughed and gave him

A glass of blood red wine.

He drained himself into me

I was full of his need

Lost inside jasmine and passion

Tonight I will take him further

Into the badlands of want

His need will explode

I will rub gardenias into my body.

His head will float in a mystic ocean.

No other woman

will be good enough for him

I plan every moment

Every fragrant movement.

Lust will pour from his pores

Like honey.

A lifetime of lust for us

Aching gardenia desires.

He did not come

That fragrant night

My soul ached in

Gardenias

The need and wanton

desires in me;

Stabbing my heart

Like a knife.