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PERFUME IN A BOTTLE

PERFUME IN A BOTTLE

Ah! Mademoiselle by Chanel pervades your forthcoming,
must have been the second or third or fourth time in;
they say that it doesn't make scents, the air it rents,
your space has a halo, only you have that indolence.

The heady times we had were indelible, just incredible,
look what you did Coco - shaped our lives so wonderful;
chased sandalwood away, took some doing so they say,
because an aphrodisiac was already inside every day.

Need something to spice up your life although may be old,
sometimes needs a catalyst, can't be bought so I'm told,
can't be matched, turn you on, your scent got me going,
must be great because testosterone shows no sign of slowing.

Then it was time, it all lingered on after we were heaven bent, said to the Lord: 'She must be here because I smell the scent.' 

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sparrowsong

Hello Terry...

Coping through all the memories that linger...

I hope you find peace after the tears my friend...

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Terry Reeves

Hi Sparrow,
Thank you so much,
love,
Terry.
xoxo :)

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Terry Reeves

Hi Deepak,
Thanks so much,
love,
Terry.
xoxo :)

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