the seductive scent is drawing me in
ever closer to your mystique.
the perfume layers your beauty,
visible in the lids of your eyes,
your slim fingers,
curving and contouring
like an outline
that transforms your soul.
i want to run my hands through the scent
devour you - hungrily -
i want to know every inch of you
intimately
without restriction.
too late
i realised
the perfume
was a disguise you layered upon yourself.
YOU ARE READING
Imaginary Friends
PoetryThis was a collaborative work with my friend, who was writing a book by the same name. With this book, we basically could come up with a topic or prompt and write a poem each on that topic, and publish it in our respective books. We were allowed to...
