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Click hereSilently up the hall
enter
the seductive stench
dried panty odors
her
dirty hamper
bares
her
chest
her
booty, aye
covet it all.
Dome of brassiere
a forensic mask–
plague doctor’s beaks
were often crammed with dried flowers
spices and herbs–
I inhale
what I wish to be
her sweat
percolating
over the tight skin of her tits
dripping down
over the ridge of her collar bone
collecting
in the minute crater
imprints
carved by her erect nipples.
A darkened mirror
traps this hunched posture
in media res
of a lecherous seance
of a haunting
in the dim room
down the gorgeous abyss
of her cleavage
‘O, I’ve been shattered
by her Platonic cheek kiss
‘O, stricken
by her hot whiff
floral spritzes
of Chanel L'Eau, spawn
in air like aquatic clouds
of fish semen
spilling over her neck
and chest, her throbbing oil warmer
while in sin, I sniff
her pheromones.
Smell is the furthest
into her humid thighs
I’ll ever come. Smell,
her
in the most abstract sense
now clings to her dirty underwear
rubs off
along the corpus
of my shaft
digs into the raw flesh
of my corona
wraps around my cock
like red rosary.
I tear at her flower-like
lingerie, her faintest
bouquet. ‘O
if smell were touch
I’d stretch her
panties to the side
take her
drench her in my poetic ‘O.
‘O, if only this sense
were the good sense.