jus one sense of her...

I miss the smell of a woman... The way it lingers about... On the pillows... In the air... As it drifts without sound... Even the fragrances that fill a void... Sniffed into the memory of a certain individuals scent... Findin the aroma comfort the mood... With her skin that vents... Followed by my nose... Gettin used to her linger is jus so fuckin nice... Stuck to the fabrics throughout the house... On me at night...