Egyptian Musk Poem by Darrick wiggins

Ohh! ! ! what is this, what I smell;
as I was roaming through the
nonchalant of the desert sand;
something must be calling me,
while I was thirsting for the
impatient driven of the water
wells;
by me wondering whats that
nuance smell is, its coming from
what part of land;
its something sweet, mild, distinctive
and suspenceful;
would it lead me to the beautiful,
bodacious queen;
or would I come encounter, as I was
hopefully a matter that is sensitive
and wonderful;
ha! ! ! maybe ill be leading to a happy,
joyful scene;
now what is it, that strange, sweet
smell;
so attractive, mysterious, exuberant,
and confusing;
asking another informant matter,
how could I tell?
this episode of this luring smell
is so amusing;
where is this musk? I want her.