Bottled in fragrances

Sealed within scents

Rings stain mind’s wineglass

Merlot redolence

Tucked in the attic

Like mothballs, lament

Sorrow stalks me

On the air like incense

Floral aromas

Bouquets of mixed tears

Pumpkin spice languish

As Fall’s drawing fear

Fruit spoiling, rotten

Thoughts savored, though sear

The taste of death’s sting

Still alive after years

A person has a delicate feeling

people always want flavor:

"Pfizer", "..x toy", "onanism"

but never enough!

People want more flavors

Every moment goes with lust

those fiery memories

and of course "..x"

Is this a biological law or a coincidence?

why the rubber is not enough?

There's a schedule: once a day!

At first the intims were secret

But now the streets are churning

Prostitutes and addicts abound

Because demand is high

Why

It is impossible to satisfy a person's desires

This is how mankind lives:

spit on emotions

kindness forgets the end

chooses instant fun

wasting money

In short: no money, no pleasure

Or just a crime!