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Kartikeya Jain Feb 2018
Dripping
from the neck
to your collarbones
the sweat on your skin
meets your musky perfume
and leaves a scent
which makes my heart
run like a mad man.
Seema Jan 2018
The lasting fragrance
Of that perfume
Just hits my head and
Puts me on fume
Going crazy with the smell
Too much to bare,
Seems am put on spell
Now that my head feels light
But something's not right
Why that smell
That delirious spell
The ringing of bells
The gates of hell
Almost insane......I can tell!!

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I love perfumes, the enchanting fragrance...and each unique mesmerising smell, casts a spell and opens Windows to different worlds or just hell ;-)

What's your favorite fragrance?
Angie S Dec 2017
today i wore a new perfume
with the warmth of vanilla
and a hint of lavender
i wonder, if i were to
hold you close to me,
would you find it comforting

or should i just tell you
where i got the perfume?
originally written nov. 26.
more details about this poetry project of mine? i'm putting all of my november poetry (30 poems) with revisions as well as a lil note by me into a .pdf or something to be downloadable for free. also considering printing a few copies and selling them at a low cost to people irl.
no set date for release yet! though i hope to get very close if not finished by the end of the month?
David M Harry Nov 2017
She lay in bed,
her body a poem
upon my chest.
A sweet perfume
of rose memory
wafts in the space
between our breaths.
A silent incantation
disorients the voices  
in my head and it is quiet.
Our embrace is poetry,
and there are no words.
Just the silence between
lovers, whispered nothings.
I hold her tight,
drawing her to me
intent upon fading
into the memory of a rose.
Guden Oct 2017
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 naked 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.
Scenting your perfume
on another man was
like hearing your voice
in the dark but never
reaching your touch
Anne Molony Jul 2017
white walls peppered with stickers
       photographs
               concert tickets pinned to cork-boards
         fairly lights around a bed frame
   notes on mirrors
     "sort out folders"

there is a desk
coffee-stained in rings
camera sim card clusters
the "Italian phrase book and dictionary"
lies open in dusty light
a bag of muesli

half-empty perfume bottles
sunglasses
a dream catcher
makeup brushes on the floor beside a
full length mirror

***** converse in the corner
heeled brown boots
a night gown and slippers
hair ties dropped on carpet

ring binders piled on drawers
revision booklets
a guitar hanging on the wall (used often)
doodles of thin women in a leather journal

a poem book by the bed
secret notebooks under pillows
cigarette boxes hidden in pencil cases
french whiskey buried in the closet
behind a bag of barbies
what does the room tell you about the person who lives in it
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