fragrance

“Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds upon the heel that has crushed it…”

- Mark Twain

I believe in old fashioned chivalry, the butterfly sparkle of chemistry and all the fun that goes along with it… the scent overtakes me; a passionately curious green eyed flower that transmits the fragrance of forgiveness from her heart upon the soul of this man. An exotic blossom with a feminine figure that knows to laugh and giggle and dicuss heatedly then make up and live to the fullest extent that her body and soul will allow. One that desires a man who knows how to push all her buttons (physical, spiritual and emotional) provoking torrents of gushing euphoric discourse to exude from every cell of her being. A woman that shines the light of abundance from her deepest inner core to the world outside. A lock in the door to the unmanifested that will accept my key that unlocks all the possibilities that this lifetime can bring. A sacred feminine who wants to join me in fantastic travels and unheard of adventures on this plane of existence.