Smell of Your Lingerie

A cycle of poems «Your Lipstick's on My Shirt»

The air hangs heavy, a whisper of lace,
A scent of you lingers, in this empty space.
Moonlight streams through, a silver embrace,
And all I can smell is your delicate trace.

Oh, the smell of your lingerie, a sweet, subtle sigh,
A memory woven, beneath a summer sky.
A touch of vanilla, a hint of wild rose,
A secret perfume, where your beauty bestows.

The sheets are still warm, where your body did lay,
A phantom touch lingers, at the close of the day.
A delicate fragrance, a soft, gentle plea,
Bringing back moments, just you and me.

Oh, the smell of your lingerie, a sweet, subtle sigh,
A memory woven, beneath a summer sky.
A touch of vanilla, a hint of wild rose,
A secret perfume, where your beauty bestows.

It's more than just fabric, a feeling so deep,
A whispered promise, secrets to keep.
A connection unspoken, a love that's untold,
In the scent of your lingerie, a story unfolds.

Oh, the smell of your lingerie, a sweet, subtle sigh,
A memory woven, beneath a summer sky.
A touch of vanilla, a hint of wild rose,
A secret perfume, where your beauty bestows.

The smell of your lingerie, a love I hold dear,
A gentle reminder, that you're always near.
A whisper of passion, a longing so true,
The smell of your lingerie, forever with you.