Dangers of a Good Perfume
It can't be sweet or musky,
My favorites are so clean.
An old lady smell not good,
The winning scent smells pristine.
My man is a scent savant,
Modest genius to be sure.
I love the fresh scent he picked,
It's filled me with such allure.
Lily of the Valley scent,
A magical floral choice.
When I opened the bottle,
It's my sensual Rolls Royce.
A dab here and a dab there,
Is all women need apply.
It's used in love and magic,
Too much can cause one to die.
With tiny bell-shaped flowers,
Lily plants are so sublime,
Makes perfume with great powers,
To new heights my senses climb.
Baby thank you for my gift,
Even the vial I adore.
With every dab of perfume,
My sweet love for you grows more.
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