Perfumed Perversion Poem by Gianni Pansensoy

Are you feeling well honey?
I asked,
every beat of my heart blended with the
purple shade of the dim lantern,
both of us just passed through the perfumed perversion,
and senses flown by carnal pleasure,
a very beautiful happiness like blue butterflies
singing over the yellow daisies.

My eyes roamed restlessly,
exhausted,
enchanted under the spell of maddening love affair,
jailed within the floral scented air of ecstasy,
while the parrot of light orange feathers chirped
a song as red as love in a fairy tale.

She moved closer,
the warmth of her breathing went within my soul,
conquering the ghost in me,
every strand of her hair smelled like Tuesday'
Sampaguita flowers,
she nodded and smiled so sweet like swiss
chocolates,
lips sensually colored with deeper passion,
hanged me in perpetual seduction.

My fingers closed her mouth,
I do not want to hear what she
will gonna say,
do not tell me goodbye,
it puts me back in darkness,
my heart will be so empty,
do not tell me goodbye my love.