Perspiration of Love
The identity from a woman’s body,
All the grace issuing from her skin;
The female scent that drives me wild,
Inhaling the sweet bouquet from within.
I have succumbed from the woman’s essence,
The tears from my heart completely dried
I absorb the goodness coming out of her body;
The meticulous work that I’ve already tried.
My precious seed is sown into her heart,
May my delicate fruits of love bestow poise;
Assuming two hearts living in a flourish,
Within one’s control spreading ultimate joys.
Inhaling the forbidden sweet bouquet from within,
Transforming scent to sensual music of a violin.
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