Her scent is exotic and spicy.I want to rub turmericinto her lustrous skin,and write my name in honey on her thigh.She is my desert,a feastof warm and living woman in my hands.I hold herand tremble with want.I care not for unscented flowers.I want luxuriant bloomswith heady perfume.I touch the silkyskinjust behind her kneeand press a kiss to her quivering belly.
