Friesin

Hands over eyes, one doesn't want to see the tuberose-coffee massacre.
Yet peeking through fingers, captivated by the bittersweet act.

I know sex and I know 'the sea' - this scent has nothing to do with either.
'With sunscreen on a float in the kiddie pool' would be more fitting.

Smoldering bubbling follows the first resistance,
what follows is surrender.
Skin on skin, intimate, sensual, erotic, human, saturated, and close.

Dirty, filthy, uninhibited
If you're not thinking about cleaning, you'll admire and maybe wear this erotic, beaver-like leather scent.

It's not my wish that SH.Lucas wrapped this up with a big incense bow,
with flowers and lots of warmth.
Maybe it's yours?