His Cologne

I remember the way he smelled, so sweet, yet sharp, like honey and sandalwood.

The way his scent lingered on his sweater no matter how many times it was washed.

The way my head rested on his chest, the indentation of his shoulder seemingly a perfect fit for me.

The way I just breathed him in like oxygen, keeping every detail about him tucked away. Every one an individual precious memory.

I remember the taste of his lips as we teased each other, a wicked smile gracing his mouth, a tingle that only he could produce, running down my spine.

He was like the sugar in my hot chocolate, he sweetened my day.

His smile warmed my insides, attracting me like a moth to a flame.

I remember the moment it fell, breaking like brittle porcelain, hisscent seeping into the carpet.

Its still there, the smell lurks, only to be detected at certain times, bringing back fond memories.

His signature smell. His inherent scent. His cologne.

(29/03/05)

A/N - Tell me what y'all think of it, 'kay? I was going to post it as a story because that's what it started out as, but I think it suits better as a poem. I'd love to get your opinions.