#cologne
I wear your scent
I wear it well
Nothing on?
Do tell?
Did you know its encased
Sealed in my heart?
For those times when
You are
Just
So very far.
I cannot afford
To waste any drops
Come to me,
I need more,
More of you...
Ravish me
...............and refill my bottle..
I will wear it well
I will wear your scent
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 6:39 PM UTC
Two weeks ago I met the most perfect boy.
I decided to shoot my shot,
and I made my ball in.
Im not ready to truly say I love him,
but I already know I do.
I know because his cologne lingers in my hair,
I know because I can ask him anything without feeling ashamed.
I know because I don't even feel jealous.
From the day that I saw him,
I knew we had a connection.
From the day that I saw him,
I knew something had begun.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 12:39 AM UTC
Anxiety only makes me sick to my stomach
I don't want to be anxious when it's comes to us
I love the smell of your cologne
I love the sound of your laughter, but not the deep feeling in my guts that tells me you'd one day leave and not look back
Till then I would love to be the woman of your dreams
©_shemiii
Jun 25, 2022
Jun 25, 2022 at 8:11 PM UTC
You smell like a carnival
in some forlorn town or county
I open the door
and smell the fried dough,
the petting zoo, the bumpkin hoods
with too much cologne
looking at you like you was eyeing their girl
wearing his lanky white arm
You smell like cotton candy,
maybe they could only afford a reptile guy,
the lions club and their burgers and hots
you can only purchase with coupons
The backseat of the worst corvette
owned by the greasiest ugly old man
who has a couple more benjamins than his
old lady's last daddy
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 9:53 PM UTC
Aerosmith on vinyl
Your hand on my throat
Listen to Toys In The Attic
I'll be your toy, Make me choke
Kiss me ever so softly
While your lips tell me jokes
Send chills down my spine
When I smell your cologne
Show me your favorite songs
Tell me your crazy stories
I want to know who you are
I just want you to adore me
Look through my eyes to my soul
Hands all over my body
Steal the air from my lungs
I swear you're killing me softly
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC
I saw you from a distance
tall, semi muscular, with dark hair.
An unfamiliar figure
in my mind curiosity is triggered.
Who is this man
with skin so tan.
He wears a black suit,
white shirt, and black tie.
You look like the kind of guy
any girl would want to have,
the kind of man who has no problem
getting whatever she would want to buy.
My eyes graze you up and down
to every inch of you.
I can see it right through,
you catch my eye and smile.
You look like trouble, one of
the kind Im not afarid to get into.
As I stand in this cold mysterious dark night
wearing nothing but a silky grey dress,
and matching silver heels,
I wonder where you'll go tonight.
But whoever will see you
I bet will have good night.
In hindsight I spot the black Mercedes,
the night is young,
a long wild night for me awaits.
I step inside the black Mercedes,
to my right I see you
"Hello" with a smile he says.
As a custom I give him a kiss on the cheek and
I take a seat right next to his.
Guess I have the answer to my question,
Tonight your coming with me,
something I definitely didn't foresee.
through the side of my eye
I see the way you look at me.
You spread your legs at the sight of my *******
you bite your lips as I put on my lipstick,
in your mind im already undressed.
The smell of your cologne makes
my breath quiver,
the thought of wanting to see it, still lingers.
this space between us makes me unease
I want to feel you hold me in your arms
as you put it inside making me weak in the knees.
Take off my clothes
I'll let you have a taste.
I want your tongue's prints
to fill my body trace by trace.
I don't want this night to end,
if you want it badly I can ride your face,
or I can have you inside my mouth instead.
Its not gonna be a long trip,
only got one chance, might as well
take advantage of every drip.
The car now smell you, me, us
The silence here surpassed by your,
mine, our moan.,
and souvenirs from your cologne.
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 9:05 PM UTC
confession: every morning, when I first wake up,
I roll over, and start to say,
"Good morning."
but you're not there,
and you're never there.
all I catch is a slight whiff of your cologne,
because I haven't been able to bring myself to wash the sheets,
since you left.
so I start to cry,
every morning.
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
The musky smell of cigarette smoke
your cologne
my hair
yesterday
*The ingredients of my morning's perfume.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 4:50 AM UTC
I’m not afraid of ghosts
But I don’t like the way things linger
Like laughter
Or cologne
Or the feel of your skin on mine
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 2:25 AM UTC
He proclaims this room as if it’s his throne
Igniting his body with his cologne
He presses the top like a wheel to a stone
Then leaves me behind all cold and alone
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by Aleksander Mielnikow (Alek the Poet)
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
Your cologne is on my shelf
So at least I don’t have to miss your smell
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 12:31 AM UTC
I have my favorite smells
Each filled with sentiment
Or the sensation of joy
I can smell them everyday
and go on without interruption
But the smell
that always catches my attention
Is your smell
You don't know it
But your scent is always in my perception
Your cologne
The shampoo you use
Whatever lotion you use
I can smell it
and suddenly the memories come washing over
I can smell you
and only think about you
with nothing else on my mind
until the smell goes away
in some cases it can be gone within seconds or minutes
But sometimes it lingers
and sometimes I wish it never leaves
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC
i hated the smell of cologne until i met you
now whenever i get a whiff of it from a passing stranger
i plunge into a deep nostalgia for a time when
i was yours and you were mine
when everything in the world was suddenly fine
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
How like my father
To turn to religion
Like an heirloom
One of the two things he left me
Faith, and
Cologne
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
When I say his name I know what you feel
Like a kaleidoscope of butterflies just erupted in your stomach
The thought of him makes you wanna do flips all around
But you know you can't have him
You know he's not into you
You know he's into someone else
You know you'll never been good enough
But babygirl you just can't get over him can you
You're addicted to all his cologne
You're addicted to the way he talks to you
But he talks to you about the other girls
The girls you will never be
Babygirl trust me he will soon realize how great you are
But for now
You can't get over the way he bites his lip
It helps him focus
You can't get over the way he puts so much effort into his hair
It looks better than yours
You can't get over how blind he is
You almost tell him straight up you like him
But you know he'd just laugh in your face
You just want him to call you his baby girl
But dear theres a reason why they are called crushes
Because the crush your heart when they don't like you back.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
My cheek pressed against your chest
Inhaling the cologne across your collarbone
My fingers running through your velvet hair
Your arm wrapped around me just below my ribcage
Pulling me in close
Our breathes in sync
As we fall asleep
- best sleep
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
it's nothing now but a
lingering scent
of the cologne I used to wear
as a child, running wild
with my only friend
in some Catholic school...
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 7:16 AM UTC
The Raw, Wild West Indeed!
I'm in a raft you gently paddle
The sense of this argument that comes
To me and tells me I've been a wild fool,
Better off smothered, a tool,
That entraps me in this triangle
of guilt, fear, and waves of madness.
I am on the verge of a total meltdown
Because you sing gently and dip your oar
Into the water quietly.
All the time!
It's now finally sundown,
Still the ebb and flow of my nerves
Are unsettled as the world spins around me,
My stomach in a knot I can't breath.
This is the end and my heads numb, I can not feel,
There is one thing on my mind and it won't
Go anywhere so it disappears a distant hush.
There is the scent of flowers on your tidy scarf,
It reminds me of the fragrance of too much
Cologne. I try to escape but you hold all the keys,
*I just wish your boring "epic" show of modern
Over perfection would leave me alone!*
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC
Smoke and musk and a bit of spice
That was the fragrance of the cologne
He was wearing that night.
Black background and shiny lights..
That's what I saw in his endlessly
Dark charcoal coloured eyes.
Smouldering fire and goosebumps in sight
That's what his hands
On my back felt like.
Electricity shooting up my spine
And rendering me paralysed
That's what I felt when his lips brushed mine.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
When Napoleon walks into my house, he doesn’t shake my hand
Instead he nods, clears his throat, and says my other name, “Thien.”
“Chu,” I say. He sniffs the air like a K-9 from Denmark,
presses his lips into a line, like one found on a blank page,
like one found on a mirror, and like one found in McDonalds.
He smells the smoke from the Marlboro lights on my black-Tee shirt.
I reach into the pocket of my trousers, searching for cologne:
Tommy; ocean; breeze. It’s lost. I mutter, “son-of-a-bi—”
Chu stares, tries to punish me. I want to laugh, want to shrug.
“Anh-Thien,” says a young voice. I close my eyes. And see my cousin.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
It's a humorous thing
How scent can take you places
Past, present and future
Relive fury
Remember lust
Extract happiness
O sweet aroma
Teach me to conjure these feelings again
O masculine, divine smell
Covering my clothes
Filling the atmosphere with mesmerizing fumes
Intoxicating my mind with sensual aromatics
Drink me up
I will **** you in, I will take you in completely
Take me to far away places, dreams and memories of soft kisses and tender hugs
Of romantic dances and innocent laughter
Remind me of past events once enjoyed
Resurface memories far and near, quiet and loud
Let me live them once more
Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 8:46 PM UTC