My Fetish Love

Ever since I see your peel,

Deep within this heart I feel,

The emotion that I cannot deal, 

My fetish love that's for real.

I love to touch the skin you have,

It is so smooth and silky and suave,

And your smell is a passionfruit for me,

That's my great admiration to thee.

But when I burn up your ecstasy,

You give me that little fantasy,

Then, you've been melting helplessly,

Leaving the fragrance of a blackberry.

If again I wanted to smell or touch you,

I need a close room to hide you,

And I have to outlay my money,

Just to have your company.

Maybe you are loved by your pinkish color,

And that lovely passionfruit-like odor,

But you are not a genuine afterall,

Because you are just a scented candle.

{a poem made due to addiction to pink scented candles  hehehe that's a decade ago, btw)