AROMA
I see the feminine figurine. I see the shadow of an artistic wine. I endure her solace like a cooling turbine. Oh! I like this bodily twine. I like her two frontal oranges Yes! They make me the boss of old ages I like the two tiny little balls that broaden to her encircled cages. I lost myself in her like those moderate sages. I see, truly, I masterly see. Her mouth is furnished with sweets of that precious bee. Her tongue is worded with sugary tea. Oh! I cherish this baby. Enormously, her face is endowed with all-stars. On her, I see my match of stars; How would it be when mine unite with hers. Sure, thy entourage would be blessed with the most precious stars. I'm moved by this bodily shape: Back, middle, side, front; just like juicy grape. All of hers are soft, cool, and never fade. Honestly, all I see, not a mouthed facade. © Ayanniyi (TheLucky)