Sweet Smelling Me
I walk through the world in a cloud,
Sugar on skin, a secret treat,
Vanilla sighs and candy thoughts,
The scent of something not quite sweet.
They say I smell of dreams and spice,
Of petals crushed in twilight air,
A mix of soft and something wild,
A trace of mischief hidden there.
I wear the light and shadow both,
Perfume that clings like whispered sin,
A little strange, a little bright,
A story breathing on my skin.
They stop and turn when I drift by,
Unsure if they should smile or flee,
For something kind but slightly odd,
Lingers softly after me.
And when the moon begins to fade,
My scent still hums upon the breeze,
Sweet smelling me, both dark and kind,
A mystery no one dares to tease.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Hi
I must say I am a succor for perfume. There is something vey exotic and enticing about perfume.
A wonderful job
Good job. I could smell the scents through your words.