Love Lingers

The smell of perfume
wafts into the air
And sounds of knocking
beg upon her door.
He waits outside, his head
still wet with dew.

And for a moment,
her heart delays.

Then, jumping from her bed,
with hands wet with perfume,
The sound of footsteps
flutter on her floor.
But only his sillage
still lingers there.

Author: thefragrancewriter

Original Blend of Perfume and Poetry View all posts by thefragrancewriter