Unseen, Yet Felt - Jasmine in the Air :)

Jasmine loosens on the breeze,

slow, unguarded—

spilling into the air

like something meant to be felt,

not seen.

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It brushes past the skin first,

light as a secret,

th3n s1ips d33p3r—

breath drawn in,

soft, deliberate,

until it settles somewhere beneath thought.

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Not bold, never loud,

yet it lingers longer than it should—

a quiet insistence,

a sweetness that grazes

and stays.

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Thread by thread

it enters the body,

warm, invisible—

a touch without hands,

a presence without form.

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Jasmine offers both full and half. 

No B&Fs, Greek, and do not party.