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.

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