scent of a woman

i'm not sapphic, it's a wonderment.

Woman with Parrot illustration, Norman Lindsey (1918)

Women. Ghanian, South Africans, Pacific Islanders, Cajuns, Kongo, Congolese, Māori, Middle Eastern, Arawak, Hutu, Asian, Indian, Puerto Rican, Latino, Jamaican, Ancient, Caucasians, Han Chinese, Strippers, Nurses, Lawyers, Judges, Teachers, Veterans, Military women, Curly hair, Locs, Straight hair, Braids, Short Hair, Pixie Cuts etcetera. Tune into her energy, use your body — Nature heals, the birds sing, the synchronicities of the humming and vibrations of the Earth, burning volcanoes on the East, the rebirth of a new tropic on the West, destruction and birth happening at the same time. The woman cries, hails and screeches when she brings life into the Earth, it’s a normal Tuesday but for her is a matter of transcendence. She is multifaceted, destructive and nurturing. She’s enticing, frustrating and sensual. She’s so beautiful she drives you fucken insane. Daffodils, Gourmand Accord, Tom Ford’s sex vanilla base notes, sandalwood, incense, resting on her neck and in between her thighs, warmth in between those legs, cum that you slurp after you eat her out, the smell of her funky womanly vagina linger on your finger long after she’s gone, that lipstick, and that ponytail, the thought of it arises you in those trousers. Those nipples, resting islands in an ocean of mahogany, pale, chestnut, “chocolate” skin, tertian. Thighs, whether she has a thigh gap or not, the oasis of the desert is what’s between them... passport to heaven. Collide with those lips, soft and plump and taste what she’s had to drink, cranberry juice, pineapple slices, an edible, a mint, wine. Grind on the valley of her tall body, toy your thumb on her waist when you dance. Feel her vagina clasp around your fingers and watch her scrunched eyebrows and pleasure sigh out her body. The scent of a woman.