Attar of Roses and Lavender Water

A poem about perfumes and attracting the opposite sex with scents.

Like lavender and red roses,

they’re meant for your lovely sweethearts

and their fine, delicate noses;

 

not to sting the most sensitive parts

or overwhelm the olfactory senses,

daub with the finesse of the fine arts

 

as love’s a game of real consequences:

love decides on the whiff of a scent,

so smell good or lead to offenses!

 

Too much scent is gross and indecent;

a little on the neck and on the wrist

is enough to smell seductively fragrant.