Heaven Scent

I rifle through my pocketbook, looking for perfume,
needing that hypnotic spell delivered by its spume.
I love its steamy radiance hissing against my skin,
and I’m swaying with the flush of the admirers I’ll win.
A beetle flies up from the  grass to brush against my cheek,
but it’s not exactly the admirer I seek.
Then my lover drifts into the room from where he went,
drawn back , I am certain, by my heavenly scent.

Prompts for the Sunday Whirl 752 are: rifle grass flush steam radiance beetle perfume drifted swaying hypnotic hiss skin