We have made love in this room for hours now, <br />With the windows closed, and the curtains drawn. <br />There is an unmistakable odor about this room. <br />A scent of passion, the scent of a woman in the throes of passion. <br />The smell of a man going out of his mind over a woman. <br />The raw smell of sex permeates this room. <br />The smell of bodily fluids on the bed, <br />And all over each others bodies. <br />Mixed in with the smell of the sweat, <br />Produced by the love making. <br />It permeates the curtains, <br />It comes out of the window unit, <br />It wafts up off the bed, <br />It is all over the room. <br />The smell of raw savage sex. <br />Coming off two spent bodies on the bed, <br />Tangled obscenely in the last throes of passion. <br /> <br />Don Juan Tenorio<br /><br />Don Juan Tenorio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-smell-of-raw-sex/
