Rose 31 Le Labo
A spritz or two of rose,
me, at the tip of my toes, my nose in pursuit,
hovering close,
brushing lightly the curve of the base,
I follow rose to the hollow,
there below the ear, savoring,
I take a deep breath in,
holding rose briefly, I release, reluctantly, but rose stays with me,
when I open my eyes,
he smiles knowingly,
how easily I succumb…
What an incredible blog! I would love to come back and read more as you update.
Thank you so much for dropping me a note while I was away
Great post! Just wanted to let you know you have a new subscriber- me!
Thank you Andrew, we appreciate your company!