Her ScentA Poem by ShaneBerry
Her Scent
Her Scent Though she is absent from me physically every day, My love for her grows stronger with each passing moment. My want to be near her hits me like a wave every time I lay for bed. A chain reaction that starts with a scent. Her scent, one which I will never forget. I know not if she wears perfume, And if she does not then I will wish for her to never. This scent that tantalizes my mind, and enriches my soul with happiness. Every day I do not see her, every day she and I are apart. But the scent still lingers, It is dispersed, by my heart. It is the scent of her neck as I kissed it, The scent of her hair as my chin rested upon it. It is the feel of her hand like silk, The texture of her skin, white like milk. The color of her eyes, As green as mine. It is each soft and enchanting kiss she laid upon my lips. It is the feel of my curious hand rested on her hips. It is the yearning to be near. It is her sweet voice my deaf ears can still hear. It is the scent, the smell, the odor and indulgent perfume of Love. © 2013 ShaneBerryReviews
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StatsAuthorShaneBerrydenton, TXAboutMy Chemical Romance “The Ghost of You” Name: Shane Douglas Berry Age: Born on 8/4/1992 Hair color: Brown Eye color: Green Skin color: White, Freckled Tattoos: Oroborus (red, center.. more..Writing
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