... it's so hot & so I took out my black Spanish fan at dinner. Your perfume wafted around me, caressing me, enfolding me... (I had idly taken some samples of "Allure" & "Terre" while biding my time at the Duty Free shop, placing the papers in my bag, next to my fan).
and oh ! it intoxicates me more than the wine, making me heady, distracting me from the conversation (I stole another of my mother's old wooden pinces à linge ....) as it sets off an immediate & complete sensory response to your pheronomes —I'm gushing—reminding me so of your presence, of your skin, & of the deep caress as you cradle my head as you kneel towards my mouth...
*X*
and oh ! it intoxicates me more than the wine, making me heady, distracting me from the conversation (I stole another of my mother's old wooden pinces à linge ....) as it sets off an immediate & complete sensory response to your pheronomes —I'm gushing—reminding me so of your presence, of your skin, & of the deep caress as you cradle my head as you kneel towards my mouth...
*X*
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