Her Perfume was Purple

Do scents have colors?
I don't know, but her's was purple...

She moaned and groaned
On the telephone
I had no doubt she was alone
"Come, I have need, cum with speed
My address #350 Reed, Apartment 4
Open the door, I'm on the floor"
Then silence, no voice, no more...

#350 was just around the block
Where Nashua stopped and Reed in-cropped
Without time for sock or jock
I tucked in my swollen cock
I pulled my shorts on with a hop
Raced in sleeve-less tee to see who lay
This night so late in wait for me

There it was, #350 Reed
I hit the button
It buzzed with speed
Up the ancient stairs curved round
A faint humming, the only sound
Mixed with the clatter of my shoes
I passed the numbers 1, 2, 3
There was 4 in front of me
I pushed the heavy door ajar
And peered into the darkness far

There on the floor a figure sprawled
As in ecstasy did fall
"Come," I hear a voice so sweet
"Come lay with me teat to teat"
I cast my clothes off to the side
My cock erect I could not hide
Upon her body naked I did lie

My penis quick did try
As if a needle entering an eye
Her arms around me savage, wild
A fragrance so rare beguiled
Her long hair entwined my eyes and nose
There was no doubt t'was me she chose

Much too fast I thrust and parried
Her hips resounding rhythm carried
On until my balls did so trigger
A river of cum my prick delivered
"Hold fast," she whispered and milked me dry
She held me tightly eye to eye
Yet never did I see her face
The darkness covered every grace
She left me sleeping in that place
And disappeared without a trace

In the morning I awoke
Moving men my gut did poke
The place was more or less vacant
They took me for a homeless vagrant
Pushed me out the door with curse
Sparing me from something worse

I pass that building once a week
I want to call out to speak
I want to know who stole my seed
A woman needy I believed
Life holds mysteries enthralled
Like unknown hands that grab your balls
When the Subway light does fail
And when relit there's no telling tale

A year or more has passed by me
Many carriages wheels by I see
Women with babes so fine
I wonder if a child is mine
The mother pauses and smiles
Then resumes her stroll for miles

I am left chilled and cold
With no answer to my quest
Who or why I was pressed
To fornicate as all men do
No reason, rhyme to pull us through
Just memories that quickly fade
As life resumes like a razor blade

Yet still I smell that purple scent
That deep within my brain has dent
I wonder who, I wonder why
I wonder, as I stop and sigh
I look around and start to cry

Sometimes the wind passes Central Park
Reaches through my window dark
I would swear there is a scent
Reminding me of that event
I thrust my head outside
Though naked still I do not hide
The wind goes still
The scent is lost
I'll never learn the true cost
Of that night so far away
And of my love who would not stay