Smeared
you wanted it so I went on the scent,
you said it made you feel like a queen,
Christmas at that Knightsbridge store,
most expensive emporium I'd ever seen
perfume is fine when embellished by love,
every atom of the odour a tender reminder
of loving moments with your chosen one
with whom you couldn't wish to be kinder
it's when the passion cools and she waltzes o...
Sunday 13th December 2020 11:18 am
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