Strain of heart

by fumenous tint,

the lased love

of her luring scent.

Lingering sparkle

in endless dark

illuminating strings

of her golden harp .

Purfumenous

trail of trance

drawn to the making

of pure romance .

Jet fueled desire in

altitude swirl

the comparison contrasted

by a jewel and pearl .

Daring moves

repeated and numerous

untamed heart carried

Inside the air purfumenous.

Magnitude heir

her commands, relentless

to the peasants attracted

to the twisted resistance .

I was always told

that she was trouble

but no one loved trouble

as much as me .


Submitted: March 31, 2018

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hullabaloo22

I kind of had the impression that men weren't to keen on perfume, but you know, CE, this poem proves me wrong. Excellent work.

Sat, March 31st, 2018 6:15pm

ChristopherErick

Haha . I just now seen this comment. And I don't understand why. In my opinion there is nothing better than the smell of a woman's perfume. Lol

Tue, April 24th, 2018 5:49am

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