softest skin i ever touch
poppy lips i ever kissed
intoxicating parfume i ever smell
like a drug i used to scoffwhen we're apart
i could hold my urges
but when we're close
all things are set to looselike a love potion
keeping my addiction
an aphrodisiac
to make my head so fuzzynever in my life
a lady like her i met
that i don't need to find
another one to keep in bed

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Parfume: Smells of Pleasure
PoetryHer moans of pleasure is like the sweet voice of the nightingale.