- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The perfume you wear.
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Your perfume lingers
in the house that we share.
I can lift the sheets to my face,
and smell your signature scent.
Our house smells as though,
you've been dancing from room to room.
And I wonder if you even know,
that I can smell your sweetness from afar?
Is there something special about me,
that you recognize too?
Is there a certain dress,
that you love for me to wear?
If I knew so, I'd wear it everyday.
Is there a special way that I do my hair,
that makes you smile as I come in sight?
I love walking into our room,
and smelling a rush of your sweet scent.
I love the colour of your eyes,
as they look directly into mine.
I love your shimmering lips,
lined so diligently with gloss.
But most of all ... More than anything,
I love the way you smell.
