Her scent...

It's the scent that fades... That presence that should've neva left... It's not takin the betrayal or on anyone else... Able to go another round jus wantin to be felt... It's the way late night roll overs feel... The way comfort gets beneath the fell of the touch... The way luv does... Jus wanting lips to neva hush... It's the way they ramble on with the jibberish that settles the nerve... Knowing they're there... With their giggle that's so fuckin cute... It's all in the goofy lil ways they make us care... The way the opening flings on hinges to the welcoming of a friend... It's how the say we're all they've ever wanted... Someone real to be enjoyed as in where in the fuck have we been... As the heart is left set in the same hands that caressed them as emotion is the gift neva to be meant as one day haunted... It's figuring out that shit happens n selfs jus gotta keep goin... Wondering about that scent that calms a man within... Wanting it to cling to a pillow so the after effects plays with our smiles... It's a woman that completes our passion applied to her grin...