The scent he wore,
It smelled like,
A brand new love and that first time.
Like your favorite home-cooked-
fresh off the stove,
with steam,
still rising…
Like a Heavy rain,
on a hot summer night,
As it reshapes into tiny water particles,
to catch a ride,
on an occasional gentle wind,
pushing itself through the window,
and rests,
On the bare body.
His scent was called,
Excite. ~Andrea L’Artiste



Author: Andrea L'Artiste

Author, Artist, Poet, Writer, and Philosopher sharing my personal quotes, poems, and views with you.

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