I was somewhere in my late teens when I first became enchanted by the intoxicating perfumes, the near celestial fragrances, of women.
It was as if those spellbinding scents were a part of them, not something they had strategically applied on their lovely skin.
And oh how wondrous it was when they sent love letters infused with their unique, ambrosial scents that rose out of those letters like flower-scented clouds from heaven with a tangible, loving part of them in those feminine fragrances.
And oh how I loved those enthralling, magical aromas that always captivated me, sometimes possessed me, a man driven madly in love with a woman, her ways, and her enchanting scents.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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