Jasmine scent.

Desire wakes on me like a second skin

where once I searched the words

they now lay within.

I try washing it away, warm water

and lathered soap, a hint of jasmine.

Desire remains long after the scent

has gone returning like tarnished tin.

I try releasing, it returns stronger.

and like the perfect glove, I just slip in.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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