Vanilla Death

Published April 10, 2012 by atirahjewel

I sit,

Surrounded by the enticing scent of sweet,

Constricting me in ribbons of vanilla,

Murdering me with pleasure,

I sit, basking in this aroma,

Inhaling it to the top of my lungs,

This delicious scent,

It will be the death of me,

How sensual, how delicious,

So fragrant,

Filling me with desire,

I must be dreaming,

A creamy tasting kiss is planted on my lips,

This must be what hell is like, because it is too dirty to be heaven,

Too filthy with wanting,

In time, my body will find yours,

I sit, waiting for it to happen,

Waiting for us to become one,

In this moment,

These polyester sheets feel like satin rubbing against my thighs,

And as we touch, I am once again overtaken by that sweetness,

The lacy scent of vanilla,

Oh yes,

This pleasure will be the death of me.

Copyright © 2012 by

Atirah Jewel

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