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Aura
The invisible force of attraction,
Magnetic in nature, the great distraction,
I wear many auras to attract someone,
Who is woman, female, exquisite, the one,
Sometimes my aura is as sweet as spice,
Sometimes it's fresh and everything nice,
At all times it crooks the woman's face to a smile,
Eyes widened, she wants to know me all the while,
As if it was her turn to eat the forbidden fruit and gain the knowledge of attraction,
As thoughts began to lurk down below for satisfaction,
So it is with my aura when it touches my skin,
I become milk chocolate for women to indulge in,
I am the appetite they desire, the epitome of sensation,
The reason she seeks an out of this world revelation,
Like the power of CK, then it was called Calvin Klein: MAN,
With the skill to lure even the most prude woman hitherto with his plan,
Or his cousin, HUGO BOSS, deadly in stealth of luring smell,
Whether it was the energize or pure version,
Both could capture a woman's attention well,
But the Lord of the Rings in aura belongs to he who gets the job done,
The master seducer of smell, the gentleman's cologne, the one,
His name is Givenchy and his assassin's are PI and Blue Label,
Legendary are their smells, so much so they became an Aseop's fable,
PI the cinnamon killer whose touch is so suttle, so soft on man,
That when a woman finally smells him she is trapped forever a fan,
And Mr. Blue Label, he is the prey of delight,
The instant he is sniffed by a woman he is mawed, that's it! Good night!
All that and more because I choose the aura that causes tension, fevor,
The natural form of extasy, the sexual secret, clever.
Magnetic in nature, the great distraction,
I wear many auras to attract someone,
Who is woman, female, exquisite, the one,
Sometimes my aura is as sweet as spice,
Sometimes it's fresh and everything nice,
At all times it crooks the woman's face to a smile,
Eyes widened, she wants to know me all the while,
As if it was her turn to eat the forbidden fruit and gain the knowledge of attraction,
As thoughts began to lurk down below for satisfaction,
So it is with my aura when it touches my skin,
I become milk chocolate for women to indulge in,
I am the appetite they desire, the epitome of sensation,
The reason she seeks an out of this world revelation,
Like the power of CK, then it was called Calvin Klein: MAN,
With the skill to lure even the most prude woman hitherto with his plan,
Or his cousin, HUGO BOSS, deadly in stealth of luring smell,
Whether it was the energize or pure version,
Both could capture a woman's attention well,
But the Lord of the Rings in aura belongs to he who gets the job done,
The master seducer of smell, the gentleman's cologne, the one,
His name is Givenchy and his assassin's are PI and Blue Label,
Legendary are their smells, so much so they became an Aseop's fable,
PI the cinnamon killer whose touch is so suttle, so soft on man,
That when a woman finally smells him she is trapped forever a fan,
And Mr. Blue Label, he is the prey of delight,
The instant he is sniffed by a woman he is mawed, that's it! Good night!
All that and more because I choose the aura that causes tension, fevor,
The natural form of extasy, the sexual secret, clever.
Published 14th Jun 2015
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