Pheromonal Philandering
Oh, the scent
The tingling touch
Of unseen fingers on the air
Teasing instincts interest.
The essence of the feral
Laying lust upon the wind
Hope among the hedges
An unknowing provocateur
Fumbling with the dark art
Of pheromonal folly.
John G. Lawless
©10/25/2022
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