Wednesday, January 23, 2013
love,
Love Poem,
Original,
Original Poem,
poem,
poems,
poetry,
Poetry about love
Scent
I loved smelling him.
It was a heady mix
Of Sandalwood
And musk that left
Me wanting, no
Needing more of him.
In the dead of night
I would snuggle up
Next to him
Inhaling his goodness.
One night, I noticed
A new scent, a scent
I did not recognise
Hints of Vanilla and spice
Interlaced with his scent.
I burrowed my nose
Deep into the recesses
Of his his neck, a determined
Blood hound I became,
In search of the mystery scent,
Trying to decipher its origin.
The closer I got in
The name of investigation,
The closer he hugged me
Under romantic motives.
I could not bear it
Any longer, I asked,
"Baby? Who's scent is that?
You know that vanilla scent."
Pulling me still closer,
He growls into my ear,
"Don't you recognise
Your own scent, Sugar?
The one you wear everyday
Just to drive me crazy."
I paid so much attention
To his scent that
I never noticed my own.
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3 comments:
smiles...scent is so evocative...and i really like your close, in paying so much attention to him you forgot your own...
Wonderful! Loved the surprise ending.
Applause!
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