Scent
My favorite scent is the one we make together.
In the morning after you leave, I breathe deep these dirty sheets.
They need to be washed, but just one more day.
I wrap myself up and warm thoughts fill my head.
Remembering our night together, our limbs entwined.
Fourteen years later, we’re still my favorite scent.
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Very nice, sweet, and relatable
Evocative use of sense imagery. Excellent.