On the fields of fruit lies a scent voracious.

On the fields of fruit lies a scent voracious.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The anomaly was consumed
in the beginning cloud nine,
the dependence was born
on carnal desires displayed,
the normality distorted 
on curves transcending;
the woman wore perfume
igniting the flame.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on February 27, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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