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Nostalgic
Her fragrance still lingers on me
I still cant get her out of my system.
Still feel her holding me so gently as she feels on my steel
She is the utimate woman.
In a crowd of bitches packed together she is a lady.
Her sweet essence still fresh in my nostrils..
I think she might linger in my mind for a while
But anyway that is no crime so i take no shame
Even though i will no longer be the same.
I still cant get her out of my system.
Still feel her holding me so gently as she feels on my steel
She is the utimate woman.
In a crowd of bitches packed together she is a lady.
Her sweet essence still fresh in my nostrils..
I think she might linger in my mind for a while
But anyway that is no crime so i take no shame
Even though i will no longer be the same.
Published 27th Oct 2015
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27th Oct 2015 8:10pm
Might say to the narrator (given proximity to Halloween), "That woman's cast her smell spell on you!"
28th Oct 2015 5:20am
You could say she has left her mark on me..thank you solomon for takin your sweet time.
28th Oct 2015 3:00am
28th Oct 2015 5:22am
aww thank you for your condideration deadmuffete..your prescence was appreciated..
