Redolence

Passion creates

Its own scent

Hot and salty

Tinged with the

Essence

Of the club

At which you’ve been

Or the foods

That you’ve consumed

Heightened in the moment

So that it

Overwhelms

The other senses

Creating lust

And hunger

And a primal need

For two

To act as one

To smell such a scent

Is to recognize

The power of the drive

Within us all

To yield the

Supple flesh

To base desires

The willingness

To forfeit self

For pleasure

And fulfillment

That will eventually

Ebb but then

Rise again

The cycle

Of want

And need

In future present