The Traces of You
Location
Somewhere around July 13, 2013 . . .
I love the smell of you
I love the smell of you and me
Sweating, in an oven-baked heat
It’s an intoxicating, elevating, exhilarating, overwhelming, breathtaking
Recipe
It’s delectable, decadent
The dish is oh so good, but the dessert’s even better
Clean up is a hassle, but it’s all so worth it
I love the smell of you and me
Like it, nothing can be
Your chocolate-covered kisses are addictive
Flows through my senses
Shuts me down
Makes me weak until I’m reduced to communicating with my eyes
All the things I cannot force my lips to say
I love the smell of your essence, your entire being
I yearn for it, desperate
Bury my face in your neck
Hiding from all things bad
Escaping to all things good, a paradise
I breathe you into me
Leaving me refreshed, relaxed, calmed, as only you could do
I love the smell of you
Holding pillows and sheets to my face
A crack head trying to get that next high
You are my drug
You I can’t refuse and I cannot fight
You even call my name like addicts reports you do
There’s no rehabilitation, no redemption from you
They say, “We’re going to hell in a handbasket,”
And I’ll gladly climb aboard that train,
Hit the button to Destruction,
And strap myself in
Cause the journey’s sure to be one hell of a ride
And I wouldn’t miss it for this world, or the next
See, I love the smell of you
For the moment, when I breathe you into my lungs
Filling each lobe and every airway
The feeling coursing through my bloodstream
It’s stuck in my senses
Like that memory your brain remembered
And the memory the mind cannot remember
To forget
With an existence like yours
It’s no wonder you leave a trail of broken necks
And wide eyes wherever your sexy sway carries you
They say the dog chases the cat
Like how flies attract to light
In the dark of the night
How bees naturally float to flowers and only the sweetest ones
You pull me in
How ‘bout I be your bee if you be my flower
I’m privileged to have landed on your soft, luscious rose petals
No
Soft, pink cherry blossom petals
Because you are a flower without any thorns
Now all I’m asking is just a little pollen for the bee
Just a little taste of you for me