By Rick Williams
A woman's scent
will stir warm thoughts
and tie my stomach
into knots.
Is it a curse?
No, it's a blessing
it's pure pleasure
far from distressing.
When did it start?
I don't quite know,
but it did, and it
began to grow.
I'd stop, transfixed
right where I stood
with eyes closed tight
indeed I would.
With vertigo
I'd sometimes reel
my head would spin
and weird I'd feel.
The scent of any woman
is the essence of their soul
I love to breathe them in
and behind them love to stroll.
