Poems ✍️
  14.09.2026
  16

Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Tis

It's not what you hear,
it's not what you see.
Love blooms in a climate of intimacy.
It is what you smell
it is when you touch
that you're drawn to her pheromones as such.
When time matters not
when you're wishing for more
you may be in LOVE to the very last pore.


  intimacy infatuation chemistry desire

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