Wild Poppies

Disembarking the train, I approached her with such urgency

sweeping her in my arms, burying my face in her neck.

Her fragrance, Wild Poppies, filled my senses and stirred desires, 

She knew it would drive me crazy.

She drove us back to her apartment, stripping clothes as we climbed the stairs

With my pants around my legs, I reached up for her waist and pulled her pants, panties down in a full swoop.

I filled my senses with her scent of Wild Poppies and sex, lips and tongue lingering on her round, wide hips before parting legs, aching for her...