As we fight against time, Only your scent survives. I half remember your smile, Some ideas too, The shape of your *******, The size of your *******, Some of the marks on your ***** skin. The smell of your armpit appears in my memory, Your mouth after countless cigarettes, Some tobacco, Some cannabis. The scent of your perfume Mixed with salty sweat. That musk around your belly button And the smell of waking up with sour kisses, To much ***** the night before. I can't remember your eyes, I had to leave.
The scent, the garland of fresh jasmine bedecked on your enticing coiffure exudes, tickles desire for an immediate tight embrace.
Musky aroma of blooms of yellow Champak, you always carry around gets too heady, demands at least a passionate kiss quick, if not an act fully dedicated to cupid,who won't lie.
Listen how breathlessly he suggests, options that would suit to tastes different, one after the other! If fragrance enhances love interest,lurking veiled, why,but why,this discord,my dear? Be bit patient.