The Scent

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You smell like soap

Like fresh handmade soap

The good kind, the kind You can only get from fancy boutiques

The scent of if lingers in my nostrils

But it goes deeper

It reaches my core, it soars, until I can’t take it no more

I’m in love with it

I want to bathe in it

Make it mine

You look at me like You know

In only a glimpse I can see You

Feel into You

You look down

And I’m left pondering why?

This might be the only time in our lives

Our paths cross and we’re tossed

Into each other

In an instant I let go

I want You to be free

I leave and keep the scent You had with me

With appreciation,

Ian Altosaar

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