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Perfume

Permeating from her untamed face
crawling through the air
Little beads of pleasure pure
Heavens sent in flame
From its crystal package
Doth it flow
Behind her ears
Coating her wrists
The irrestable bait
As she walks she leaves a trail
Attracting like honey dos bees
Sweet,sweet scent of violet breeze
From her golden Locks
Down to her painted toes
Carried through the breeze
To a waiting reciver
Bring him to his knees
Willing to slave for her
Irresistable arroma
Possesing the room
Lily,Rose,Violet

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