Smell

I would be wrapped around your arms in the morning

Sun beaming down upon us

I would look at you as you sleep waiting until you wake up and lay a kiss upon my hungry lips

I would roll around in your sheets capturing that smelt of nicotine and head & shoulders mixed with pomegranate dove

I would trace the tattoo on your back and hear little moans from you as you turn the other side

Your eyelashes would flicker and your light brown eyes would greet me angelically

You’d kiss me and say “good morning” we’d lay in bed and hold each other for a while sometimes longer than out day provided

I’d lay on your chest and close my eyes knowing that your smell, was the smell of love.

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