The scent of jasmine.
As intoxicating as a lovers embrace. As that first glance, as the first kiss. I spend Easter Sunday afternoon outside, bathed in soft grey light, enveloped in this scent. It drifts like a dream from the vine blooming at the front of my house. I photograph tulip buds in my yard. Their shapes are surprisingly sensual. The whole experience leaves me turned on beyond belief.
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