A Love Lost in Translation


I can smell her on my clothes

Her sweet perfume permeating the thread of my cotton knit sweater

She brightens my day without a word

Her smile a radiant beam of warmth causing my stomach to him with joy

Her laugh a trophy in itself so monumental it topples my courage and leaves me a pile of shy smiles and stuttered words

Her voice a flowing song of succulent bliss causing my ears to perk and pay close attention to every vowel and consonant her voluptuous lips form just for me

I can smell her on my clothes


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