the calming smell of peppermint
clinking noise of making a toast
forever be a short memory
of celebrating love and harmony
driving around town
with the moon chasing us
eyes twinkle
as the stars above sparkle
but nothing beats
the beauty you possess
and nothing else i see
just you being happy with me
YOU ARE READING
Parfume: Smells of Pleasure
PoetryHer moans of pleasure is like the sweet voice of the nightingale.
