Fearomones

I feel that woman
I can smell that woman
Scent of a woman by my door


She moves like action
She wants  atraction
She feels the passion


Like a beast she runs after me
It never feels like it´s the same
No one predicts  the cheeta´s race
Craving for my meat like i´m game
All that she wants it´s to chase


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