tangerine
your whiff that sighs past me and halts for her measure
musk
the hands that bury deep in another's pleasure
mint
that is found lingering at the corner of your lips
aqua
as she touches from your scalp to the hairtips
though I can't smell you
I will keep safe the haze around you from the fog machine
and its odorless glycerine
Monday, August 23, 2010
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Scents, the most haunting and heartbreaking of all.
are you reading my mind ?
@Jason - They survive the years, don't they?
@Anon - I don't know, was I supposed to?
Well ... you scare me the way you put words to your/my thoughts ... amazing piece of work ...
@Anon - Haha, good to know! And, thanks :)
We dont realise how much they mean eh? ;)
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