Your scent intoxicates me,
Soothes me, stirs me, lures me
Lingers on my clothes after hugs
In my sheets after love
Within my skin your scent swims
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
Your scent intoxicates me,
Soothes me, stirs me, lures me
Lingers on my clothes after hugs
In my sheets after love
Within my skin your scent swims