Those perfumes and colognes that they sell,
If you ask me, don’t work all that well.
Spice and floral bouquets
Are quite nice, in their ways,
But I’d rather girls’ natural smell!
Tag: perfume
Dangerous liaison
His hot breath on her cheek, in the gloom!
Aftershave? Musky, spicy perfume.
A strong hand squeezed her breast!
She reached back and caressed
The uncircumcised cock, but of whom?
The book and its cover
She’d dressed skimpily, dabbed on perfume;
You’d have thought it was fair to presume
She was looking for love
But, when push came to shove,
Though she was, she was fussy with whom!
Summer night
On the warm summer air borne aloft,
Came the quite unmistakable waft
Of the musky perfume
Of a woman of whom
He recalled a voice husky and soft.
Sugar and spice
She dressed sexy, to tease and entice,
And wore perfume, for sugar and spice;
She’d go out and get plastered,
And some lucky bastard
Would fuck her, (or two, or the same fellow twice!)
Perfume
He breathed deep of her musky perfume,
More arousing than any rare bloom:
In his mind and his nose
Was not lily, nor rose,
But the petal-like lips of her womb!