It's the kind of fragrance
that brings men to their knees,
makes dreams come true,
raw,
primal,
the very essence of life itself.
You know it
when you smell.
It's an exlixir,
titillating,
better than the finest wines,
genuine intoxication.
I smelled it when I walked by
her,
sitting there,
the epitome of feminine beauty,
wetter than the Khasi Hills.
I could tell by the look in her eyes,
& the curl on her lip
as she sipped,
stirred her swizzle stick,
licking its tip.