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May 23
One too many bottles in my possession to pick a fave
Many of the scents are from years prior
And aged as fine as wine
The aged scents still smell new
There’s scents that are ****
Scents that are sweet
Each scent is special to me
The sweet scents are for normal activities
The **** scents are for date nights
The designated bottle springs onto my hand
My wrist reveals its bareness and receives two sprays
My other wrist rubs its opposite to get some of the scent
Then I spray on my neck and shirt
and bask in the sweetness or alluringess of the scent
The perfume stays stained within the
fabrics of my clothes like a soda stain
It stays on my skin like water-proof paint all through the day
I possess enough bottles for each day of the year
My perfume bottles are like my favorite wine
Pleasing to the nose and even better to the soul.

Mia J
7/28/2021  
Β© 2021 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2021.
Mia J
Written by
Mia J  26/F/United States
(26/F/United States)   
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