Thursday, February 22, 2007

Smell Poem 3

Night/Dry/Air Con/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North

It is back again
the unmistakable scent.
The musky aroma
from the panties it descent.

Onto my nostrils
where it should be
My Japanese instinct
got the better of me.

Wash many times I did
the stain has refused to hid
What then must I do
to stop the scent or stop the loo?

Must I shave the hair
or must I douse it clean?
As to make it sure
my arse's always preen.

But then I lose the scent
so sacred as the lamb
confused I must not
behold a wiser man.


Your Guru of Scent

shit stain panties

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