CACAO NOIR

In velvet dusk where shadows bloom,
A rose awakens in perfume—
Not soft, but thorned, in sable hue,
With petals steeped in midnight dew.

A whisper stirs of saffron flame,
Warm breath of spice that speaks no name.
Then truffle stirs the earth below,
A dark delight, both wild and slow.

She walks in woods where silence dwells,
Where patchouli weaves its ancient spells.
A kiss of oud, a hint of sin,
Vanilla laced like whispered skin.

It is a scent of gothic grace,
Of candlelight and silk embrace—
A rose that blooms in shadow’s keep,
A dream that wakes, yet dares to sleep.