Your lure is difficult to ignore

But knowing I can't ever have you

I would prefer to have your undies

It's so close to your being

The woman of sweat

And blood

I assume your aroma

Will be heady

A bit of musk

A dash of your pearls, encrusted

I so wish to sniff you

In my solitary nights

And visualise your presence

While I release myself

Inhaling 

And absorbing you.

©LR