By Pink Ink
Date: 6 March 2001
Why?
Picked up a bottle filled
with Nautica, smell of
you, or so you say. Held
it under my nose, let the
fragrance tickle my fancy,
seep into mind fantasy, of
erotic bliss, wrapped with
you. Why is it, sometimes
fantasy is better than the
real thing, can you tell me?
Thought of taking it home,
spraying it all over my
pillowcases, all over me, then
I thought, girl, you already got
him under your skin, why do
you need him under your nose?
03-06-01
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