I leaned into your warmth, today...
breathing in, I deliberately, eagerly,
took what I could of you.
I stole it with delight,
then willed my senses to lock it away,
to where I may draw it up, like water from a well,
if you should become but a memory.
In the private garden of my mind,
your scent makes flowers weep,
knowing they have been surpassed...
for never has a flower made my heart leap,
my mouth water,
or my knees grow weak beneath me.
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