Friday five o'clock magic into wine and dancing
circle of forever friends meeting for moments of
pleasure worthy of lifetime treasures surrounded
by glitz and glamour aspiring upward tasting desires
flowing in effervescence of sparkling bubbles

In a little backless dress so sensuous with essence
of strawberry oil still present from candle light
bathing inviting enchantment for disco floor so
electric of lights in glowing faces amid hypnotic
music resounding it's mystic of scented fields for
whom will do the picking

Handsome and tall he approaches confident in
stride abundance of shiny black hair so neatly
trimmed the mustache..enraptured now in the
luring brogue of the Irishman requesting my
presence by favor of a dance

Arms quite comforting, my breasts against his
manly chest run my fingers through his wavy hair
owning awe of feelings knowing time is the essence
for two so attracted as ebbing nights fleet the
spring of our youth

Strawberries now scent the obliqueness in her 
empty heart forever changed by the vacancy
of their strawberry field the reality in their
tomorrow left uncultivated..by and by the
memory remains inherent with his taste
from my scent

(c) Taste of a Scent
27January2012
Vivian L Dawson