Fragrance Stories

Christine stood in the doorway of Kofi's office, gripping the files against her chest. His earlier words still echoed in her mind, a subtle touch that lingered on her skin. The way he looked at her—steady, unreadable—made her breath catch. "Come in, Christine," he said, his voice low and smooth. She stepped inside, the scent of rich leather mingling with his cologne—a mix of spice and mystery. It seeped into her senses, m...

Flaming angels of spring weave a pastoral tapestryO’er the sleepless, meadowed minds,Entreating the burning softness of summer;Freedom, resurrected in its breath,When warmly winds lick the searching facesInhaled ‘neath the rapture of its tongue. Passion seasons fruit for its victims,Nestled in pain of unrewarding sympathy;Passion is pain when my aching visions ripenTo capture a beckoning of soft-winged flight,In a galaxy,...

I squeeze rose petals And pour the juice onYour shaven mound,And watch the dropsTrickle down between yourPetals, which are rosier Than the flower I crushed. I smell the open lips And taste them.Ah! How well the rose juice and your own have blended. Ignorant people say I Am a fool to worship flesh.Tell me if it is wrong to worshipThe Unknown?For, has any human languageDescribed the smell or tasteof a woman's skin?

Entrancing beauty! Champagne strands in the breeze, Flying, flitting, flirting. Such complicated, exciting delicacy! Your seductive fragrance bewitches With glorious intoxication! Your dance entices. Open your petals to me!