Scents of the Mahogany

Her fragrance emits sense of emotion

That forever lost in the passion,

you take a voyage to ecstatsy.

Her touch as gentle as the early morning winds

Her voice like that of the Nightengale...

When her "good morning" whisper she sings

You are caught up with the fantasy tale.

Her cuddles is deja vu of aura

A feeling so tender

That takes you younder

Leaving you crave for endless trysts.

The twist of her eyes

So melts your heart like the magma.

The kisses she gives like feed of milk from mama

Leaves you forever in the dreams of paradise.

Show her care and you will have nothing to fear.

Make her cry and forever in sorrow you fry...

Touch her gently for she is so tender

Yet the love she emits takes you younder

And the joy she brings is no blunder.

She is the elegance of the lily...

The fragrance of Myrrh to merry.

The beauty of the Rose...

She is the scent of the Mahogany.