Your scent is oddly real,
intoxicating --
lacking in artificial nonsense.
Never would I have thought
that the faint smell of cigarettes
would bring me comfort.
It lifts me to my toes
as the excitement quickens time.
I indulged myself in your warmth,
where everything was in perfect balance:
your humor and my heart rate
my movements and your reactions.
When we walked away from our dance floor,
part of me stayed there in a wax puddle.
Her voice brought an unexpected touch
that I would kill to have every few minutes.
A joke to trigger a mind boggling
small pressure to my forehead.
Turn it into a reflex;
I'd say the magic word
a thousand times a day.
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wow
real and natural scents....whodunnit..kinda stuff..and you desire them s clearly.....draping them with perfumes of variety can really hide what some long to nose.loved this super poem.wish you would visit me and see what I write. -
Haha sooo glad you referred to me too in this poem
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It's me who should be thanking you.
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And yet you wouldn't explain to me.
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YES!
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Hahahaha, assuming you liked it.
=D
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explain. now.
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Done, and done.
<3.
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