She Makes Me Laugh

Her fragrance wafts from my bedroom,
Like a phantom stirring thoughts,
Of the other night.

Her scent is upon my bed mildly,
Unmistakably young and fresh,
Ever present and full of spice.

Her aroma is between the sheets,
Of our love and lasciviousness,
The second night without her.

Her tang is strong where I lay,
Reminding me of our play,
Subliminally dreams she forces on me.

The third day after our play,
The bouquet of her ever stronger,
Makes me start to wonder,
As I find baby blue underwear,
With a yellow happy face,
Pressed between my pillow and case.