Pomengrate

The scent of pomengrate rose on your skin.
I follow the aroma from your right ear along your neck.
I stop to play in your hair.
Black pepper, oak? Wood with a hint of cocoa?
I rest my right hand upon your hip.
You thrust your mighty ass into me.
I hold on tight for the ride.
You rock my world senseless.
I have never been so touched.
Never been so in love.
This woman before me upon my heart.
She is strikingly beautiful.