The Dusk Fresh and Green | Perfume Poetry

An Original Blend of Perfume and 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.

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I Fell into Your Rose Garden | Perfume Poetry

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I fell into your rose garden.
The green-limb snakes wrapped around my arms
with their thorny fangs digging deep
No, I couldn’t break free.

Red drops like petals dripped.
You concealed yourself under the incense cloud
and made your bed in my turmoil.
I love you.

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