The Smell of Lust



There is a smell in the air
Of lust and sweat
And a sweet intoxication
Of the heat within

And the skin swells like pride
Making ready for the dawn
Creating inside, its usual liquid
That craves to drown the room of light

It has come before...
But never has it been so constant
Or so destined for the sun


©2004 Aryl Shanti

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