He
He trails the scent of sweat as he walks in,
his booted footsteps loud upon the floor.
A light kiss on his face gives salty taste.
The feel of stubble on his chin I so adore.
The lingering vanilla from his bath I next inhale
as sweetly from our bed he calls to me.
Salt taste is gone. Now honey is his mouth.
I brush against him. . . we start leisurely.
Dec. 10, 2019
for Sheri Fresonke Harper's Smell Sound Taste Touch Repeat Sense Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019
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