Obeisance

What obeisance is more captivating
than the scent of a woman?
Without the flowers and herbs of old
perfume enchanted by body bold.
Perhaps well worked, or well refreshed
without some falsely scented flesh
For the scent of a woman is unrestrained
although my memories may be stained
In this fair prison where I remain
a body male, and male a brain

poem by Poet Dragon
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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