Poetry inspired by the perfume Milky Musk by Parle Moi de Parfum.
There’s something sexy about sandalwood.
Maybe because it’s so pure and simple?
Like mornings when I hold you in my arm.
A pleasing, natural musk is all around.
Just quiet minutes – let’s do them no harm.
As we’re lying on this soft cotton cloud.
Attractive, in such a comforting way.
This romance, like an old Sinatra song.
Yet. . . you introduce things fresh every day.
Moments like these feel like nothing’s wrong.
But the music stops like the day begins.
There’s a time to leave our shelter within.