šA Scent of Passionš
The air wakes warm with jasmineās fiery kiss,
Each petal breathes a secret it canāt hideā
A rush of musk where amber currents twist,
And desire wraps around the morning tide.
It clings to skin like honey on ripe fruit,
A whisper traced in sandalwood and spice;
Each breath we share roots deep and takes absolute
Hold of hearts that burn beyond whatās nice.
The rose leans close, its thorns a gentle pleaā
To feel the heat that turns the bold to red,
Where scent and soul collide so wildly free,
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