Spicy whispers, intoxicate the room.
A sultry aromatic breeze continues to loom.
Candles lit, steamy desires, intense, hotter then any fire.
Silhouette should have been her name, oooohhh what a frame….
Worn natural with no shame.
Primal intuition yearns to find its freedom.
Hungry to be fed.
Seeking to be indulged by spirits of sweet nectar.
Only to realize the object of your yearning is merely a specter.