Aaah! Devil woman! You don’t know what is it to be a man.

THE FRAGRANCE OF HER

As i reached the closed premise
I saw her lashes rise
The silken curls flowed till neck
That tiny red mark of peck
I said a Hi
She smiled by
That pull so strange
My mind reached another range
I asked something specific
Work related or terrific
It was difficult
Maintaining self – esteem
I had to seem indifferent
Yet feel her stream
So i appeared indifferent
But oh! That devil scent
It gave me yet another work
With her to again upstruck
I went again and asked
Something else coated classed
But her gaze – that was killer
Bit nervous – her eyes were thriller
That aroma from her neck
I wanted to take a peck
I reached close
Her i chose
For some random task
For her – it was a big task
She came closer to understand
Yet at distance she managed to stand
Aaah! Devil woman!
You don’t know what is it
to be a man.
Self control, self respect
And a woman’s impact
Simple mind all messed
Her skin pulling to be caressed
Or maybe
It was all illusions
Desires and wishes
All in fusions
But it was nice
The damp smell of her hair
It was orgasmic
 To simple stare.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer