it is not just
the presence of your
perfume lingering
on my clothes, my pillows
(or even on some passing stranger)
that calls to mind this sad
and lingering lust for you;
it's that I can taste your absence.
the smell of you twines
like grape vines with your perfume,
creating some form of heady
and exotic concoction
that seeks to blind me and
unwind my carefully
stitched up heart;
that seeks to hypnotize and
charm me to the point where
I require the touch of you
YOU ARE READING
Roses, Cherry Vodka & Her Perfume
PoesiaA collection of (almost) love poetry inspired by my beautiful and exotic princess of a muse. (Please please please read and leave comments, I need some critics because I wanna give this to her as a present)
