The smell of lilacs

How odd that the first thing I noticed about her and the only thing I would come to remember was that smell.the smell of lilacs in the summer,not the swing in her hips or the shade of cherry red on her lips but that smell.

 

It held my attention like nothing before,indeed it was that smell not the way her bountiful breasts strained to be released from their silken lace prison or the way the light hit her sundress almost making it see thru,none of that though hard to miss.......it was that smell.

 

The smoothness of her skin the flow of her hair,the confidence in her stride almost like nothing was beyond her grasp,the click of her heels,the thick rims of her glasses,no that intoxicating aroma of lilacs is what grabbed me.

 

Not the whiteness of her teeth nor the curves of her figure,but that smell.

not the way her every little gesture was done with a purpose not the wonderous smile she flashed at everyone who gave her a second glance.

 

I foloowed her thru the room with my eyes and hoping she would make a second pass and offer me one last whiff of summer lilacs

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

Your words reminded me on an audio recording of Maya Angelou, "Phenomenal Woman".

Lilac is a pretty impressive scent. But probably know more than the whole package of this woman you describe. This writing is pretty delicious.

[Collette]

I always thought the smell lilacs could drive a person crazy...

"It held my attention like nothing before,indeed it was that smell not the way her bountiful breasts strained to be released from their silken lace prison or the way the light hit her sundress almost making it see thru,none of that though hard to miss"

You make her sound like a goddess....very descriptive. I enjoyed this piece. I always loved lilacs, and I wish they'd linger longer...

[Steve Thompson]

Love the feel the poem gives off, the connection of the smell. It almost gives me the impression of a sincerity to it ads well. You don't think of her in sexual awe, but a smell, good read.