Hair Loosened & Soiled in Mid Orgies Hair Gloss

HAIR LOOSENED & SOILED IN MID ORGIES HAIR GLOSS

All shrines that were Vestal are flameless,
But the flame has not fallen from this;
Though obscure be the god, and though nameless
The eyes and the hair that we kiss;
Low fires that love sits by and forges
Fresh heads for his arrows and thine;
Hair loosened and soiled in mid orgies
With kisses and wine.

White honey, warm musk, and ambrette seed.