Cheirosa 62

I'm a well-versed vagabound, traveling paths of

roasted chestnut

collecting maple syrup that pierces the heart of

autumn rush

or, I'm a soft-spoken dirty blonde, whose aura is

spicy coconut

crushing chocolate carob that enriches the soul of

winter flush

exotic teleportation diffused in the comfort of

my buodoir

Brazilian beach and Bermuda breeze, with not

a hint of noir

erotic configuration putting the "advantage"

in avant-garde

me, these trees, and their aromatic leaves, be

a menage a trois

a Tuscan dusk swallowing the plummeting,

persimmon sun

to be plucked and squeezed into a glass of

mimosa dawn

I crave to be as bronzed as gold rum and a bit

shrimp scampi drunk

while the rest of the ton are tipsy on mint green

mouth wash

notes warmed on my skin, that bake an almond

croissant

within the spray of a spritz, I'm a blood orange

savant

oaths sworn in citrus mist, that move tears in the

nonchalant

heaven on 5th is next of kin, to the sand in my

Birkenstocks

it's butter counterpart smoothed over my white

stretch marks

where fading doesn't occur, but an emergence of

smoked apricot

it's shimmer gives sparkle to my fake freckles

and sun spots

were I pixie with fairy dust, I would sprinkle

specs of bergamot

a nectar juice that I could whip and froth

into a tangerine mousse

I've got a craving for honey-glazed barbecue

and smoked whiskey fumes

the spirit of Flaming June, breathed fire into a

vile of "perfumer's muse"

Cheirosa 62 is my crown jewel of scented slogans

and of my soul's sunset hues

I'm licking "caramel-by-the-sea," with foam on my

lips and breath of Hennessy

my fragrance may be of alcohol, but their head tilts,

are the essence of flammable