Pheromones
She’s the red dress
with no sleeves
and no guesses
left.
The curve of her
lips, hips,
thighs, and eyes
draws his attention,
but there's more
than just details.
In nearing her,
lavender, citrus,
and something stronger
overwhelm him
Just like champagne
tumbling down
a pyramid of crystal glasses,
each cell whispers to the next
to straighten it’s back
and hold its breath.
With each synapse fire
he is
electrified.
With an awkward step forward,
he clears his throat.
You know, if this whole bio chemist master of molecules and things and stuff doesn't workout. I think the literate world has a place for you to show the glamour of the cell structured universe, Just sayin.
ReplyDeleteI think that might be a fair idea.
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