THE SCENT

There it was...

Just the way I fancied...

Fiery gentle, wet, hazy,

Felicity it always draws!

Gently hesitant, closer I move..

It charmingly touches my skin..

I squirm, and give myself into it.

It now brushes all of me to love..

Pondering whether they make it in heaven, 

I bend over to it's scent..

The perfume driving me nostalgic,

For when I first saw the rain!

~A Brewstatic Original