The fragrance of kerosene
in shadows of innuendo’s
alluring soliloquy
fragrance of kerosene
Reminding him of her hips
Hot liquid coming from within
An urge to go deep in there
And push until blank is felt.
The fragrance of kerosene
in shadows of innuendo’s
alluring soliloquy
fragrance of kerosene
Reminding him of her hips
Hot liquid coming from within
An urge to go deep in there
And push until blank is felt.
Comments2
There is a distinct odor to Kerosene and I can smell it without its presence. Sexual and errotic it smells of diesl pheromones.
This is a collaboration Amethyste & Adagio
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