Poetry Inspired by Perfume.
Touch me. . . Touch me so gently. . and softly:
Just enough that I discern the feeling,
Like a secret tease as you brush by me,
But not enough for me to know for sure.
Jasmine, not just embellishing your hair.
An aroma, beckoning with whispers
As it leaves a trail, aloft in the air
For me to shadow, for me to pursue.
There’s “something” that is so captivating.
Say it… what is this “something” about you?
An invisible cloud, so enwrapping;
Like hidden pheromones, so seductive.
But my gut… my lonely intuition
Pleads against this familiar situation. . .
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