one scent of this causes strangers to lust,
thought within its absinths, nomads do trust-
one taste the wizard condemns, the world ends,
fore playing the essence of sadist sin.
Pulled from parched lips a quiver smile blushed
those within possession carry the crutch.
holding it`s ransom hearts with every whim
appraising dukedom by their scented skin.
an overdose would forceful put to source
and yet a taste would demonize the soul
mellow seduction offers no remorse
removing garments, selfless with its show-
not even nature could divert ones course
when one consumes essence without control.
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