Scent of perfume (personified)
She is a flirt- her charm casted on sane,
an addiction; her seduction to be blamed –
her concealed superlative unmatched beauty,
like sparkle on waves of afternoon sea,
the earthliness of mud – on a day, rainy,
she’s a filthy, sultry love epitome.
She is the freshness of vanilla, plumpness of berries,
Boldness of citrus and cinnamon woody.
She is the ecstatic blooms and pulpy fruits,
and impulse of fragrances; whisking minds.
She is the unembellished adornment;
timid’s chaste and strength to dare,
the urge of sublime consummation;
and the essence of womanhood.
In response to "Bits of Imagination -Perfume" with Susie Clevenger, at Imaginary garden with real toads.
Linking to "Open link #191" at dVerse poets pub