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Jan 12
The scent of my love
Was rose and sandalwood
Placed in strategic locations.

Yours was patchouli,
Which you rubbed into
Your mustache and beard.

And with each kiss;
Each time we made love
We created our perfume,

The Scent of Our Love.
New lines came to me just now in the shower!
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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