Black Poetry : The Scent of a Woman

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{OKAY...i caved in. SO...allow me to apologize before hand...to anyone that i might offend.}

The Scent of a Woman

The scent of a woman is
Both alluring and enticing (intoxicating)
It is the
Aphrodisiac that attracts
Man to woman
Igniting scores of
Fantasies
Of
Romantic intrigue

The scent of a woman is
Humbling
Crumbling a man to his knees
In his effort to please
(Her)
He doesn’t care if tomorrow comes
Or, if night falls victim to the ends of time
As long as he can (find) it within himself
~ To please her ~

The scent of a woman is
The root of the problem
In monogamous households
When surrounded by foes (ho’s)
Giving off invita(ste)tion signals
That conflict with right
But implies pleasure

It is a heady…Almost pungent smell
That (dwells) somewhere beyond the sense of taste
For men rave about the
Deliciousness of it
(The kitty cat)

I sat at the back of the room
Hoping she would pass by
…Soon
That I might get a whiff of her…

~ There it is ~

It hung in the air like cigarette smoke
In a crowded room

{Is that what I think it is?}

So long since I’d heard its whisper…I thought I was mistaken
But it (awakened) the depths of me

~ That scent of woman permeated the room ~

I followed the aroma around its four corners
Wondering if I would discover soon
The owner of this heady core

I was weak

Flushed

Sore

Without wind

Fighting the captivity she held me in

Yes…

Its heady aroma filled the air
Nostrils flared wide…How could she dare
To intrude upon my senses with her womanly scent
She was ripe (for the taking)
But acted like she didn’t know of it
She could have taken a shower
…Washed away the smell of it

Got me swooning from it

Once I found my prey
I ever-so-theft(i)ly
Took surreptitious whiffs
As I followed her about
Bending down
Turning around
Playing the clown

~ I didn’t want to be found out ~

‘Tis a perverted old man that stands before thee
Rained upon by the heated core of
Punani

~ Accented by nature’s dew ~

Her hair was drab. Her clothing didn’t stand out
Her looks…well, obviously, that wasn’t what she was about
But her body scored eleven
On a scale of one to ten
Man
It was a sin
The state she put me in

And she’s walking ‘round with no panties on
To muzzle the scent she rode in on

~ It was all over the place ~

Attracting unwanted specimens
To estrogen (most stifling)
And we, men
Seem not to understand

~ The scent of nature’s dew ~

It tells the tale
Of the woman’s tail
Good…bad…indifferent
Is how she hails

~ As punani swells ~

Is she worthy of
Inner-punani exploration
Or, are detours suggested
Due to congested relations

~ I mean…I don’t know ~

Fishy smells like
Sardines and shell things
Are danger signs that screams

~ DO NOT ENTER ~

Listen to its plea
…Avoid the snares and pitfalls
Of her
Deep and cluttered sea​

 

[$$RICH$$]

and u said a mouth full ......indeed it lingers and captivated whewwwww!!!
flow head on bruh !

 

[Rashad]

Well ****!

A real interesting piece of poetry here poet!
We must flo all things the good, bad, and the FUNKY! lol!
Nice flo! I Dig It!

 

[Spirit2All]

Phewww ...!!

Well here's what this one shows:

As the ember is to glows
like the north wind is to blows
and if the petal is to rose
so is estrogen
to the black man's nose ...


Some animalistic connotations
Feeding my Id with sweet sensations ... Scribe on Brotha

 

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POETS...

THANKS for reading. and understand, FOR A MAN--and lesbians, alike--there are two smells etched into his mind at a very young age...the smell of money...and the smell of punani. for him, those are two distinct scents that will forever awaken something deep inside him. BUT KEEP IN MIND...not all things that look good to you, are good for you. THUS the question: Is she worthy of Inner-punani exploration?

NOT ALL ARE.

and the river flows.