Smell of Love

I whispered sweet love
into your ear,
and your smell drove
me wild.
Each kiss burned fire;
extinguished by
another.

You laughed when I said
I couldn't get enough,
my face buried
in your hair, scent
divine.

Lips followed every
contour,
just to be a little
closer.

A curious addiction
that always
gets me high.

What IS that scent
you wear,
I asked with breathless
smiles.

"Why baby" you
purred against my lips,
"that is the smell
of Love."

~ thank you Missy for the incredible read.