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Click hereScent of a Woman
The scent of a woman is a fragrance so sweet
Her heavenly aroma is what makes my soul complete
When her distinct and unique odor is in the room
It's as if a whole garden of flowers is in bloom
Her intoxicating smell will make me get drunk
I'd love to lay with her and taste her sweet spunk
All it takes is one tiny whiff in my nose
To make me go out and buy her a rose. Or a dozen!
Should I purchase a dozen of white, pink or yes, I'll get her red!
I've got to do something to keep her heavenly visions inside my head
She knows she has the power, of that I can tell
I'll do anything she asks, I'm under her spell
Call me crazy, or maybe insane
I'll be a little loony, is she's still in my brain
Her essence surrounds me, her sensual spirit is in the air
I'd gladly drink her bath water, her sweat, I just don't care
Her poison is contagious, her venom is strong
Her divine fragrance keeps my heart beating all the day long
I love her smile, her eyes and her hair
But most of all, I love it when her unmistakable scent is in the air
She's the beat in my heart, the spring in my step, the sparkle in my eye
She makes me laugh and I don't know why, when she's away, I just want to cry
This simple poem is a definition, of exactly what I'd like to say
A perfect reminder of why she makes me feel this way
There's only one final, one total cure, for this sickness I know
That's to lay with her by my side, in the garden where her sweet flowers grow
Tammy, my dear, this eloquent poetry comes right from my head
In hopes that you'll visit me in my sleep, come visit me in my bed
William Bradley Warren, Dogerotica, 2006