Scent Of A Woman

To feel her body on the end of my finger tips
To taste the rapture of her tender lips
Beauty behold this scared flower
Upon this night within this hour

Scent of a rose, scent of a woman
Mystic be this beautiful sight
Before me now upon this night

Sensual be your body here
Beside the flame when I am near
Rose petals line the shore
Scent of you and I am sure

Virtuous be your very lips
Like the purest honey drips
Feel me with your finger tips

Beside the warmth of the open fire
And quench the thirst of my desire
Fragrant be you beautiful scent
Like the finest wine or dinner mint

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