Scent

Looking
into the depth
of her,
the design
of her walk
in the words
that she writes
as she stands
in a temple gown
with its infrared features
and sundial lace,
he stares directly
into the moon light.

The shadows cast
by her glances
are the pure sensation
of a reveling touch
that nevertheless
holds back its grace
like a fragrance
that makes a statement
between the legs
of a Hyperion Princess.

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