Exotic oil
Made with toil.
In eons past caressed those royal.
Bought on a whim,
A gift from him.
Now gently massaged onto limb.
Liquid gold,
Glide and mold,
What secrets flow in liquid behold.
Resin and petal.
Seeps to settle.
Sensual scents strengthen spirits mettle.
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