The Dusk Fresh and Green | Perfume Poetry

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The dusk fresh and green.
I place a mint in my mouth.

Moments as mushy as they seem.
I approach – your ideal man?

When things are soft,
Your guard gets softer.

My cologne’s aloft;
A gentle musk.

I couldn’t resist –
stole a tender embrace

But it couldn’t bring me
To steal a kiss.

Read Love in a Cloud of Smoke | ยฉ, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

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