Soaking in sensual wisps of steam 
Twisting from apple cinnamon 
Melting strings of honey 
With every rise of intense spices 
Satisfying the fingertips 
Fulfilling each embrace 
Lifting trace with heavy haze 
Senses shudder in a rosemary maze 

Pulling forth to rise above 
Sweeter endurance in one last taste 
Tresses of confusion subside 
Curling no more above the balmy chalice 
Sinking lower in soothing thyme 
Stealing beyond pursed lips 
Cooling further yet melting skin 
Cleansing the essence of being within

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