His Aroma

His plaid blue sweater she held tight every time he was gone His smell always waited for her as if he had stayed instead of leaving She could practically feel his fingers caressing her hair As he kisses her forehead down to her cheek, on to her lips, pulling on to her hips As she smells his lingering aroma once more Her memory jogs back to the first date remembering a gentleman opening her door before her hand could even reach She felt so safe with him and decided to open the door to her heart As he stepped in he stayed not like the others She was happy not like before It was different and it was forever, she knew without a doubt p.s. his blue sweater took her back to memory lane and made her night…