Fragrance
Oh my gawd, I reek of you!
Your aroma permeates my skin.
Sweat and sex and heated lust.
The mingled scents of last night's sin.
Your fragrance, like exotic perfume,
Oozes from my pores by the hour.
It's all I can sense, the bouquet of you.
I don't think I'll ever take a shower.
Copyright © Ron Porter | Year Posted 2010
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