Parfum Prive (Aftelier) | Perfume Poetry

Poetry inspired by the perfume “Parfum Prive” from Aftelier.

Eve offered an apple, but you, an orange.
It was soft, round but blue as the ocean.
It made me melancholy; I was torn.
But you carried me like square stepping stones.

And yet, it’s your “realness” that empowers
As a spiced life leaves me reminiscing.
You assuaged like a sea of white flowers
And there I relaxed. . .it was beautiful. . .

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Not Sure I Like This One | Perfume Poetry

Poetry Inspired by Perfume.

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Do you know that
You’re my honey blossom?
Do you know that
You make it so awesome?

When we’re near
I start to catch your
Sweet, sweet honey, hunny
And the soft, soft blooming
Of you sweet, sweet love for me.

Your loves an ocean
And I’m swimming in it.
All I feel is
Joy when I’m with you.

So warm and fuzzy
I hope our love is circular.
You bring me bright vibes hunny.

If I could pluck you away
From everyone else,
And keep you for myself, I would.

And baby, there is no twist to this.

Read Touch Me So Gently. © TheFragranceWriter.com, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Touch Me So Gently | Perfume Poetry

Poetry Inspired by Perfume.

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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. . .

Read The Dusk Fresh and Green. © TheFragranceWriter.com, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.