You make me blush,
Hushed.
With rustic and musked undertones.
A cologne guaranteed.
One sniff promises.
The quickness of the fetch.
With less lip and more undressing.
Although I lust,
Not so hushed.
Whenever I am touched,
In that zone.
I'm done with candlelight and wine.
If you can not scent,
I am heated beyond consent.
Yet you want to play 'Come Get Me'.
With relentless teasing meant.
In blindfold you and I
As we try to find our bodies.
And I am not so sure.
If you are blindfolded any more.
And I think to myself.
The cologne I wear,
I'm taking back to the store!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem