SCENT OF A WOMAN

The scent of a woman is a fragrance so sweet

Her heavenly aroma is what makes my soul complete

When her distinct and unique odor is in the room

It's as if a whole garden of flowers is in bloom

Her intoxicating smell will make me get drunk

I'd love to lay with her and taste her sweet spunk

All it takes is one tiny whiff in my nose

To make me go out and buy her a rose. Or a dozen!

Should I purchase a dozen of white, pink or yes, I'll get her red!

I've got to do something to keep her heavenly visions inside my head

She knows she has the power, of that I can tell

I'll do anything she asks, I'm under her spell

Call me crazy, or maybe insane

I'll be a little loony, is she's still in my brain

Her essence surrounds me, her sensual spirit is in the air

I'd gladly drink her bath water, her sweat, I just don't care

Her poison is contagious, her venom is strong

Her divine fragrance keeps my heart beating all the day long

I love her smile, her eyes and her hair

But most of all, I love it when her unmistakable scent is in the air

She's the beat in my heart, the spring in my step, the sparkle in my eye

She makes me laugh and I don't know why, when she's away, I just want to cry

This simple poem is a definition, of exactly what I'd like to say

A perfect reminder of why she makes me feel this way

There's only one final, one total cure, for this sickness I know

That's to lay with her by my side, in the garden where her sweet flowers grow

My love, my dear, this eloquent poetry comes right from my head

In hopes that you'll visit me in my sleep, come visit me in my bed