peppered,
delicately,
with violets...
crumbled, crushed to blend
with attar of euphemism....
a sprinkling of license,
well-pestled, just so,
to combine
with essence of gardenia....
a pleasure to bathe in your reflection, it is....
have you the loofa in hand, dear....?
.....just below the left shoulder blade, please....
aaaaahhhh.....lovely, thank you.....
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