A rose of any color Won't compare to the hue Of you The thought of six or a dozen Makes me smile just because You do when you speak of Throwing pedals around the room Or on the floor leading to the bathroom Door My endorphins lunge and spin When I smell you All over my skin Long after I've boarded the Bus for home Watching you wave Bye to me and that smile Roses are lovely to look at But they don't compare to you Your aroma appeals to my sensual sensitivities And I can't wait to have you in my nasal Passageway again.