Sixth Sense, Rose Scented
Stop and smell her roses…

Listen to her body
Don’t just worship it
Savor her skin and her movements
Don’t just devour them
Hold your breath if you have to
(No better response
For such breathless beauty)
Let your eyes still
Instead of dancing up and down
Her perfectly molded hills
Walk with her
Slowly
To a place where cumming
Isn’t a final destination
Just another possible stop
On a winding footpath…