Exceptional Potlatch Challenge The Scents of Love's Journey by michaelcahill

Au naturale,  I do recall, your scent made me your carnal thrall. No earthly force could break our tether.   But passions fade, and muscles sag ... I'm soon the goat and you the hag; while sweating through the storms we weather.   One day the stench of plotted death, her corpse cooks slow, and I'm the chef-- it don't smell good-- but we're together!   Recognized Author Notes Just for fun. LOL Mr. Romance strikes again! Here's a tip. The absolute BEST scent, ladies, is YOU. No floral this and citrus that. (maybe a dash of vanilla)

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