Bewitch Me With It
You bewitch me with it.
Your presence.
And a scent that revisits sentiments,
Reminsced with a wanting to linger.
I dare not to pretend,
You captivate.
I dare not to pretend,
I am entrapped.
It would be pointless to do that.
Since I can not explain.
Or wish to attempt to.
Whenever I am around you,
I drool, I do and could care less.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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