The Scent of Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Never knew what this feeling meant
Near you losing total control
I love the magic of your scent

Ever confused of how things went
Not knowing what’s my proper role
Never knew what this feeling meant

To be what wasn’t I would invent
No resistance to your cajole
I love the magic of your scent

Captured by a taste so fragrant
Pranced about like a new born foal
Never knew what this feeling meant

This feeling didn’t try to prevent
Your prisoner not on parole
I love the magic of your scent

Life is happy with such torment
As my wanting heart you unroll
Never knew what this feeling meant
I love the magic of your scent