The writings of Hunter Coch


That Scent

That Scent

That scent left drifting
In the darkness of delights,
With moans and seeded
Dreams and secret desires
             Sweet fragrance.

That scent swims with life
Among the sheets and bodies.
A nude dance of flesh,
      Wandering hands,
             Silken lips,
Desires living bouquet.

That scent pleasure cast,
A sea of swimming perfumes
Onto the bodies fulfilled
Falling in dreamless slumber,
      That scent,
             Is of dreams,

-Hunter Coch



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