That Fragrance


It came unexpectedly and I couldn’t be happier.

It is not one thing; it is a collection of souvenirs. It is that touch, that smile, that look, that kiss, that lick, that smell that is all over my skin! That fragrance that I sleep with, think about and crave for.

It doesn’t really smell like a cologne brand anymore. It smells like him. Somehow that fragrance isn’t a product anymore; it is associated with him. When I smell it, I smell him.

I’m just thankful for that fragrance.

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