Smell of a virgin
New door of experience opened,
with thy coming past disgraces shunned.
All my senses lay numb except the
sense of smell,
Brown skin and sweaty forehead,
did what nobody had done or said,
A new being, new energy, new
vigour came out of the shell.
Between human and divine, nature’s scent wrapped and entwined.
Simple gestures, silent smile, expressive eyes and warm touch,
Neither sight nor mind ruled now still I was in this sensory world
Unruly, overpowering, your vegetative sensuality was a bit too much.
After all that happened or is
still happening, is it I or you? Who is playing?
Your smell captured my sensuality, in thy
fortress I am now
Fresh and musky, hot and musty, you
define my femininity,
The invisible vegetative spirit
that creates, and to that spirit I bow.
