crichtondog
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This erotic poetry is dedicated to the ladies of Lit! From The One and Only CrichtonDog!
The scent of a woman is a fragrance so sweet
Her heavenly aroma is what makes my soul complete
When her disinct and unique odor is in the room
It's as if we are in a whole garden of flowers in bloom
Her intoxicating smell will make me get drunk
I'd love to lay with her and taste her sweet, sweet spunk
All it takes is one teeny 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 wonderful 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, if she's still in my brain
Her essense surrounds me, her sensual spirit is in the air
I would gladly drink her bath water, her sweat, I don't care
Her poison is contagious, her venom is strong
Her divine fragrance keeps my heart beating all day long
I love her smile, her eyes , her hair
But most of all, I love her unmistakable feminine scent in the air
She's the beat in my heart, the spring in my step, the sparkle in my eye
She makes me laugh, makes me happy, but most of all 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
Tammy, my dear, this eloquent arraingment comes right from my head
In the hopes that you'll visit me in my sleep, please visit me in my bed!
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This erotic poetry is dedicated to the ladies of Lit! From The One and Only CrichtonDog!
The scent of a woman is a fragrance so sweet
Her heavenly aroma is what makes my soul complete
When her disinct and unique odor is in the room
It's as if we are in a whole garden of flowers in bloom
Her intoxicating smell will make me get drunk
I'd love to lay with her and taste her sweet, sweet spunk
All it takes is one teeny 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 wonderful 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, if she's still in my brain
Her essense surrounds me, her sensual spirit is in the air
I would gladly drink her bath water, her sweat, I don't care
Her poison is contagious, her venom is strong
Her divine fragrance keeps my heart beating all day long
I love her smile, her eyes , her hair
But most of all, I love her unmistakable feminine scent in the air
She's the beat in my heart, the spring in my step, the sparkle in my eye
She makes me laugh, makes me happy, but most of all 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
Tammy, my dear, this eloquent arraingment comes right from my head
In the hopes that you'll visit me in my sleep, please visit me in my bed!
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