Parfume: Smells of Pleasure

𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒

in a piece of parchment
i wrote all of my sentiments
of how i felt with a stranger
that i only met in a shop called Hatter's

not just once we saw each other in a day
but thrice in different ways
in second time we already kiss
and in third, it is more than just kiss

a day is not enough
to be only holding his arm
and in bed we do it rough
to feel more warmth

when we are in public
in ballroom or whatever
my long skirt is already lifted
and two fingers are pushing in

silent moans i couldn't bear
i wanted him now
and throw away what i wear
to feel the bliss we are holding in