she watches me while i scent my body for her.
sandalwood at the base of my neck & vanilla spiked into the roots of my
hair. rosepetal scented hips & then she dips her fingers into the myrrh,
rubbing it between my breasts. i adorn her with lavender, tracing the
dips and valleys of her hips. she anoints my ankles with amber & my
fingers scented with frangipani disappear into the crown of her hair. she
rubs almond oil up my shins, letting her hands roam to my upper thigh. i
wash her face with rosewater & then she brushes my teeth with mint.
i brush my promises into her hair, whispering to her how i find her
fair. she dresses me in gossamer webs, coloring me blush, whispering her lust
into my ear.
i braid myrtle leaf & lilacs into her hair & she paints my lips with
the blood of grapes. she rubs buds of jasmine up my spine & tucks it
behind my ear & i kiss her with a mouthful of honey & she drinks my lips
like a hungry bee. my lips dust her all over with kisses & i smell the
bouquet of her mixing with her scent.
i immerse my finger to the core of her, to the source of blood, scent &
sex to find the root of her. the perfume that scents her there is more
rare than any attar of rose.
she is fruit & flowering scent, drenched with intent, my fingers bring
forth the pearls of her, the alchemy that spills the surface. she opens
to me, watching me as i inhale deeply of her essence & taste the full
effect of her as she burns like sugar on my melting tongue.