With Rustic And Musked Undertones Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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!