I know you can smell it.
The aromas from a variety
of fragrances I wear.
When the mood strikes,
I run to the Bath and Body
Works to hit one of those
sales.  'Cause every once
in awhile I have this
uncontrollable need to
smell like a basket of
fresh fruit nestled in a
field of white gardenias.
I lay there in the flowers
waiting for you to come
over and take a sniff.
Let the fragrance flow
through your nose to
your brain.  Your mind
takes the signal to come
forth and smell some more.
Before you know it, I've
intoxicated you.  You're
drunk on my fragrant elixir.
You try to deny it, but you
keep coming back to it.

You want to smell this...
play with this...
look at this...
lick on this...
make love to this...

You know you want this...

           aromatherapy