Concealed aromas escape from bottle,
Essence of rose, departing spray.
Passion consumes,
In air exotic,
Propelled by love's romantic thought.
I, the wearer, masked behind perfume's power,
Entranced by scent.
Lust for the potion nestled on my body,
Those around me-controlled by mist.
The fragrance captivates its keeper,
I, the possessor, administer mist,
The elixir, a dangerous weapon,
My indulgence revealed.
My body, inhabited by sensuality,
The brew, the host upon my spirit.
With the last spray of its intoxicating fumes,
The marvel lingers.
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1 comments:
I think this is my favorite of yours so far. The imagery is much better than in some of the others and while your rhythm is rather irregular, the flow is smooth. Your word choice is effective also so nice work.
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