Musk
A wet floor sign now
Where you once stood.
Lightheaded from the intoxicating scent.
Knees weak and trembling.
Dopamine hits like a truck.
Addicted now to the source.
Nose flares in search.
Sweat beads on the forehead.
Desire drives the urge…
You move the mop bucket to the next aisle…
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