pong (Remove filter)
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
Recent Comments
David RL Moore on Scrap yard philosophy, too late
25 minutes ago
John Coopey on A Different Kind of View
36 minutes ago
Telboy on A Different Kind of View
38 minutes ago
John Coopey on TRANSUBSTANTIATION
51 minutes ago
rob1967able on song of pure desperation.
10 hours ago
William Alderson on And now for something completely different ... Write Out Loud poets turn out nonet after nonet to mark World Poetry Day!
10 hours ago
Auracle on Defined
11 hours ago
Steve White on TRANSUBSTANTIATION
15 hours ago
Auracle on Believe it or not
16 hours ago
Auracle on A Lonely Place
16 hours ago