Blue Sun Room FILK - FILK
Sweet smells of smoke
Weaving in the fibers
Staining everything
Leaving a trail
Exotic taste dancing along
Flowing through the gaps
Filling the spaces it finds
Filling the senses
Erotic heat radiating
Sweet incense
Spreading out
Light perfume
scent of sweat
Smoke mixing with desire
Comments
Friday, 25 August 2006 10:35
I think it is definitely about incense smoke, and Inara's shuttle is the first thing to come to mind when I read it.
Saturday, 26 August 2006 20:26
Baby, this whole thing ROCKS, but it rocks like a lovely ballad, soft and elegant, yet sexy as hell. Straight to the heart Inara, like nobody else could write her. Seen through the eyes of one watching her rooms. Sigh. A lovely longish haiku is how this reads. Thank you for it.
Fave bits, though all is sweet as incense:
Erotic heat radiating
Sweet incense
Spreading out
Light perfume
scent of sweat
Smoke mixing with desire
A TEN baby.
Fave bits, though all is sweet as incense:
Erotic heat radiating
Sweet incense
Spreading out
Light perfume
scent of sweat
Smoke mixing with desire
A TEN baby.
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