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. . .
Read The Dusk Fresh and Green. © TheFragranceWriter.com, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.
An Original Blend of Perfume and Poetry.
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 | © TheFragranceWriter.com, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.
We found love in a cloud of smoke
Naive hands pricked on the rosy thorns
Burned our incense but found no clarity
Still, love keeps me coming for more
© TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.