May 16th, 2008 15:07 EST
You smell like saffron,
or a lonely lover's little come-on,
like a mad, brokenhearted last chance,
or the south of France.
You smell like love,
like something out of my control,
or something outside of my tender soul.
You smell like a lazy arm
on my heavy breathing chest,
or a soft foot
in the crook of my neck.