Musk
She walks inside the room
a heavenly scent follows
as I softly trace her pulse
all the way to my crazy
senses
I cannot place my finger
on the emotion
it evokes
She makes me think
of fishing days
on hot summer nights;
Olfactory memories
run through me
and I think to myself
but of course,
she must be wearing
musk
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023
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