BUS ME MY LORD
by Anton Wills-Eve
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The prompt was on smells and transport
BUS ME MY LORD.
The very smell of your scent is enough to transport me to your side. For it is only there I sense that the fumes of your perfume can carry me away, locked in carreses and the smell of the flowers next which we lie. Does my after shave do the same to you, my love? Are my manly scents the only smells for which you yearn and cannot wait for on days like this? Oh, the bliss of a kiss from your pert pouting lips, and the smell of the odour that goes with your dress. Lord bless all our senses when we are trapped thus in love. But especially bless our noses and the bed of roses that makes both of us adore, for ever more, the lavender of our love as we sense the blossom of our embrace……. etc….etc until I am actually sick.