Fragrance

Her scent permeates the room.  
I smell her on my fingers,  
as we taste forbidden desires
in the cinema of night;  
lost in the cadence of lust  
that rains through our dreams.  
 
We bathe in the nectar of bliss,  
through this turpitude of longing.  
The language of destiny  
still to be written,  
in the sanctuary of sex.  
 
Parting her lips  
with my curious hands.  
The fragrance of her flower  
drips on my tongue  
like warm honey;  
as I circle inside  
her secret need.