ScentedSalon's Blog
9 years ago - 16.12.2014
Ode to Ambre Sultan
Oh King of Ambers, blow down your smoky grace upon my uninspired days.
The earthy muck and herbal stew of you
Anoints me.
No other amber can come close and when
The sultry burn of your sugared sap is on me
I am undone and withered in your haze.
Anoint me, anoint me once again.