• Fragrant Poetry: The Cinnamon Peeler

    12 days ago - By Perfume Shrine

    The Cinnamon Peeler
    If I were a cinnamon peeler
    I would ride your bed and leave the yellow bark dust on your pillow.
    Your breasts and shoulders would reek you could never walk through markets without the profession of my fingers floating over you.
    The blind would stumble certain of whom they approached though you might bathe under the rain gutters, monsoon.
    Here on
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