Smelly Pussy

My body is a flower, delicate and fair,
But there's a scent that follows, a stench that's hard to bear.
My vagina, oh my vagina, it's a world of its own,
A place that's always wet and smelly, where my secrets are sown.

In summers, it's worse, the heat makes it all the more damp,
A pool of perspiration, a fragrance that's all camp.
I feel it itching, scratching, making me squirm inside,
There are times when I can't bear it, I just want to hide.

I fear the scent that surrounds me,
A stale fish in the summer heat,
It makes me feel so unclean,
Embarrassed and small, like a tiny bead.

I worry that people can smell me,
Not just in the office, but outside,
I try to mask it with perfume,
But the stench lingers, it resides.

I sit and squirm, my crotch is on fire,
I cannot escape this itch that's so dire.
My sensitive parts can't handle the heat
I'm sticky and damp, my discomfort complete.

But in a strange way, it also feels good, a sensation I can't ignore,
A scent that's so arousing, it awakens my inner core.
It's a carving that I can't deny, a desire that I can't explain,
Something that's so tempting, it leaves me in absolute disdain.

Yet I'm addicted to this smell, this fragrance that's mine alone,
A scent that's a secret, a fragrance that's its very own.
So though it makes me feel ashamed, I can't help but give in,
To the strange allure of my own scent, that makes me want to sin.

A scent that lingers, oh so strong
A fragrance that's not quite wrong
A smell that's strange to others' noses
But to mine, it's like a sweet bouquet of roses

It's a strange thing, I won't deny
But it makes me feel alive
Draws me in, makes me want
To explore my body's hidden haunt

I know it's strange, I know it's weird
But the musk of me is what I've feared
It's something I can't help but crave
The scent of me, it's my own private rave

It's a secret I keep to myself
A scent that's not meant for anyone else
But when I'm alone and no one's near
I let the scent consume me, without fear

It's a strange carving, I can't deny
A scent that draws me near to lust
And though it makes me feel ashamed
The allure of my own scent is something I am addicted to, oh I must!