Keep Doing You
Mangled petals that gave up their fragrance in a crucible
Scented oils to compliment the tortured Petaline tribute
Then a burst of coconut to give it age and finish
But the secret ingredient
Is you
The perfumer would kill for it but it's your prize
The feel of your lips
The touch of your fingers
The roundness of your figure
Distilled and translated to smell
When I am away,
There can be no exegesis of my felicity when I draw near
Like you were unaware of its amatorial charm
How do you not fall in love with yourself?
How don't you share the fate as Narcissus?
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I love your expression.
Thank you