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the classic. defines his essence. has class but wears slip-on airwalks with a corduroy finish. he is the un-official fragrance of California. the blend. defines his unique musk. creates his own signature scent. the aroma of lust. he’s there. but not in the center. the freshest. defines his presence. casually sensual, yet professionally down-to-business. his look. that stare. hearts he hypnotizes. the drift. defines his confidence. distinctively driven. to be assertive, yet ever so cleverly subtle. she loves it. he knows the ingredients. the scent. citrus and verbena. ‘herbal’ with a dry-down of jasmine and thyme. bound to a hint of petuna’s hide. the content. 12% oil blend for a compelling long last. that won’t overpower the girl who’s time is spent basking in another place. the great lakes. the dirt. front row parking. richness of the earth. fresh sea. warm sun. acqua di gio. gendarme.
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
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the classic. defines his essence. has class but wears slip-on airwalks with a corduroy finish. he is the un-official fragrance of California. the blend. defines his unique musk. creates his own signature scent. the aroma of lust. he’s there. but not in the center. the freshest. defines his presence. casually sensual, yet professionally down-to-business. his look. that stare. hearts he hypnotizes. the drift. defines his confidence. distinctively driven. to be assertive, yet ever so cleverly subtle. she loves it. he knows the ingredients. the scent. citrus and verbena. ‘herbal’ with a dry-down of jasmine and thyme. bound to a hint of petuna’s hide. the content. 12% oil blend for a compelling long last. that won’t overpower the girl who’s time is spent basking in another place. the great lakes. the dirt. front row parking. richness of the earth. fresh sea. warm sun. acqua di gio. gendarme.
Previously published at ditch poetry / International Feature — May 18, 2009
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
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