I am no expert at fragrances
I can't tell Chanel from Brand X,
but the scents of the women who breeze past my nose
cause desire to tighten my chest.
Their hair so delightfully caught by the air
that brushes their elegant necks
brings scents so diverse and so viscerally sweet
pheromones take control of my legs.
And my feet tread a path that my mind does not lay
as they follow the sway of their hips
and my eyes become caught as trapped insects in glass
as the sighs and gasps flee from my lips.
What is it about you that captures us so?
Yes, woman, I'm asking of you.
What wonderful accident formed you like this,
so lovely and graceful and true?