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by Nancy Ames

Some guys, they smell perfume
and always think, "Ah, she
must have put it on for me,"
and strut around the room,
exuding a crude
fragrance of dominance.

But really, not so much
for you as against the male
does she bend over and inhale
the flower's elegant touch,
sweet and discreet
from breeding to seeding.


Author's Note: This is about individual femininity, a tiny bit provocative.

Posted on 01/23/2008
Copyright © 2022 Nancy Ames

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/23/08 at 01:13 PM

Well done....

Posted by A. Paige White on 01/24/08 at 03:17 AM

How did I miss your poems?!? This is wonderful.

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