High From Your Scent
By MrsGalt
Sometimes when I lie awake at night alone,
The smell of your perfume hits me like a memory jumping out of the foreground of my brain,
The subtle smell of musk, coupled with your own personal scent,
The overtone of spice, so sexy and manly
The undertone of sweetness, like a proverbial rose blooming in the summer...
At this time, memories of your body rush to my mind,
The way your neck is taut when you turn and look at me,
The way your arms flex when you pull me in for a hug,
Your legs that bump mine whenever we're close
The nose that I trace whenever you're asleep,
Or the slightly parted lips that I kiss when you are off guard,
I remember those beautiful brown eyes that turn mystic gold whenever the sun hits them,
And the sound of your shallow, calm breathing whenever I woke up first in the mornings.
The scent of your perfume has not only awaken memories of you,
But memories of how you kiss me so zealously
Of how your hands rake up my body, turning me to putty
Of how you make love to me so ardently
Full of zeal, full of vigor, full of love
So while alone tonight, I can only relieve myself,
By pulling out those memories of you
In order to recreate, even just a hint
Of the lovemaking I have tasted from your strong, skillful body
Until then when I finally have you in my arms,
I'll take a whiff of your perfume
And imagine that my hands are yours
Until I come...from the high your scent brings
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