Lost in the sea of your hair
Drunk of it’s sweet smell Grateful for how it clings To my upper lip As I greet your neck with a kiss There’s no smile Or smell like yours The first pink flower of spring Blooming as morning sings It’s Awakening A moth drawn to flame of night I look forward to the day I can relish in this bliss forevermore Never growing weary Of having you near me For I’m a man of simple needs Bread when hungry Water when thirsting And your love to fill the emptiness #HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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