Jasmine's Bouquet

A financier, rich and reclusive,
Writes erotica, his hobby exclusive.
But a Vietnamese man contacts him one day,
With a request that leaves him in disarray.

Jasmine, his fiancee, had a past so wild,
It burrowed deep, like a seed in his mind.
He asks for a novel, based on her descent,
Back into sluthood, a journey so bent.

The chapters must happen in reality,
But the Vietnamese man can't always see,
If the financier is behind each experience,
Until it's done, and the truth makes sense.

Jasmine, unaware of the thirsts she arouses,
People pass her by, their libidos roused.
Men and women alike, sate their lust,
Not always with who they should, but they must.

Was it the way she moved, or the way she talked?
Or the scent she gave off, that left them all shocked?
Jasmine's bouquet, a pheromone so strong,
Unconsciously stimulating all those around.

But in the shadows, lurk those with darker desires,
The custodian, the old man, and Marius, confused in his fires.
Jasmine's best friend, Magda, with her own secret crush,
And her male friend, with his hand on his crotch.

Jasmine, innocent and pure,
Unaware of the passions she stirs.
But in this world, where lust and desire reign,
Jasmine's past and present, forever intertwined.