Dangers of a Good Perfume

Dangers of a Good Perfume

It can't be sweet or musky,
My favorites are so clean.
An old lady smell not good,
The winning scent smells pristine.

My man is a scent savant,
Modest genius to be sure.
I love the fresh scent he picked,
It's filled me with such allure.

Lily of the Valley scent,
A magical floral choice.
When I opened the bottle,
It's my sensual Rolls Royce.

A dab here and a dab there,
Is all women need apply.
It's used in love and magic,
Too much can cause one to die.

With tiny bell-shaped flowers,
Lily plants are so sublime,
Makes perfume with great powers,
To new heights my senses climb.

Baby thank you for my gift,
Even the vial I adore.
With every dab of perfume,
My sweet love for you grows more.