Lesbian Poetry

Patchouli Drove Me Mad

She took a bath in Patchouli soap....and I wanted her to know....I needed her to stick around...(and did not want her to go).....The scent of Patchouli drove me mad....(she was like a human flower)...instead of fading away in time.. it grew stronger by the hour....I must have seemed like a monkey...(just like Hanuman)...I wanted to be of help to her....any way I can.....I sat and wriggled in my chair....(listening as she spoke)....She lit some insence then and there.....and I watched it...(how it smoked)....Oh dear me...Patchouli....(I've been had coming and going.)...I want her so much..it's driving me mad...(surely it must be showing)....She pulls me down to lie with her..and cradles my head in her lap.....I suppose she wants to comfort me..(and let me take a nap)....But no Sweet Lord..she had other plans....I saw something resting in her hands....She looks at me with soft sweet eyes..and drops her robe by the door....She whispers "I am Patchouli"...Can I take much More?.....Stripped and naked on the floor....I am like a puppet now...(she' slathered me with Patchouli oil)....I am like a Sacred Cow....I am fed and pampered every day....(she treats me like a king)...I have a Perfected Patchouli girl...and I don't need a thing.