softest skin i ever touch
poppy lips i ever kissed
intoxicating parfume i ever smell
like a drug i used to scoff
when we're apart
i could hold my urges
but when we're close
all things are set to loose
like a love potion
keeping my addiction
an aphrodisiac
to make my head so fuzzy
never in my life
a lady like her i met
that i don't need to find
another one to keep in bed
ESTÁ A LER
Parfume: Smells of Pleasure
PoesiaHer moans of pleasure is like the sweet voice of the nightingale.
