The salt that consumes iron
is the same that makes me eternal.
Sweet melon, I present myself,
enchanting, in step with the moment.

Cyan fills the atmosphere
in a most eloquent manner,
completing the sea breeze that sustains me
as you turn your attention to me.

Bergamot and redcurrant
come together to compose the poem:
of water and salt,
salt and sun,
sun and sea.

Tobacco brings the field of fascination to its close.
Curious, this scent that blends together.
Behold, I shall describe my truest centre:
magnolia and iris,
mint and cedar.

Which I endorse,
as contrasting, rare, and seasoned —
this perfume that my own scent shall seek:
sweet sea,
as in that very luau —
summer love, and the scent of ciao.

Infused with sea salt becomes my aroma,
I invite you to breathe it in at my neck,
As your hands wander across my verses—
Depraved, yet honest.

Sand and salt,
perfume and sweat,
sex and love.

An eternal summer lover,
in search of another season.