Aromantic Poem by Nancy Ames

'Some guys, they smell perfume
and always think, 'Ah, she
must have put it on for me, '
and strut around the room,
exuding a crude
fragrance of dominance.

But, really, not so much
for you as against the male
does she bend over and inhale
the flower's elegant touch,
sweet and discreet
from breeding to seeding.'