HIGH ON YOUR PERFUME
Call me obsessed, colour me consumed
I’ve always been the type to notice
The smell of a rose in bloom,
But let me confess, this is new
You’ve stopped my heart, let it resume
And I, to finish, must tell it true
I’m high on your perfume.Like a mouse tempted to cheese
An elixir of life that must be tasted
I toss away all fear and unease
And oh, the risk that the trap will spring,
I breathe it in deeply like an autumn breeze;
You locked my attention on yourself,
Took it all; and threw away the keys.Breathe in, in, in, can’t get enough;
Excuse me if I linger a second longer...
Eyes gloss over with a whiff of lust,
You bite your lip, I can't resist;
We close our eyes, we do, we must;
Now that I’ve tasted who you are
I’m addicted, I can’t get enough.Bending the Universe
—Justin Wetch
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The Aristocrat's Daughter
RomanceThe servant's daughter and the aristocrats' son engage in a prohibited bond. Melanie moves in with her mother to work in the Kingstons' household, who have just had their son, Kai, come back from a mysterious absence. After Kai walks in on her at...