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Fragrance Stories

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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 s...

The Next Day

The day after the first date, her fragrance remains and keeps him wondering

It is over a day since I said goodbye. Twenty-six hours to be precise.For all of her talk about fragrance sensitivity, it is now me talking about scent.I can still smell her on me. I know that can't be happening. I showered this morning, washing off the r...

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. Ignora...