VERSUS SCENTED
I love the perfume you use,
About the color of fresh flowers,
like the flowers of the field,
and remember in the afternoons
Our colorful encounters.
I want to know the flowers of my stands,
That’s what happened to you,
These lips that breathe fire,
Tanning alone with mirrors.
I find the perfume of these flowers,
To not leave you completely, to return soon.
I have written to my friends,
I remember the perfume of your nose,
I love the color of my hair,
Of the color of the temptation apple,
your sweat and mine
Mixed with a color of lovers.
Calm down my love,
Please note that it is due to misuse of perfumes.
