Den Khaustov

Pleasurable Dizziness

creative and elaborate person with avalanche of tangled thoughts roaming in the head that can unexpectedly align and pour out on a paper, forming a new piece of art






My senses catch the striking scent
That flies in seem to be romantic air.
This pleasurable dizziness I can't prevent
Feeling your ghostly, amatory stare.

I close my eyes and then inhale.
This almost leads me to oblivion,
Covers the face with fragrant veil
Intoxicating like syringe of heroin.

Your smell is bathing naked soul
Just having bared it before.
It's vulnerable, for I've lost control,
But want to feel you even more.

This odor's pouring from your skin
Impregnated with all my love.
Games of enslaving you got used to win –
Some heady atoms were enough.

I am immured in abundant fumes,
They linger near my receptors.
Like an alluring, odorous orchid blooms
Upon your throat as a tempter.

My dizziness has no need in cure,
Because your closeness is cause.
Everything that you shed is so pure –
I could forever guzzle from this source.

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