The scent of you

I detect a touch of dissent
Waking in my every sense
As my nose follows your scent
All I need is a weak pretense
To sniff in your direction, sweet smelling
Purer than a fresh breath of air
Of roses or lavender, there’s no telling
Is a whiff of your fragrant, silken hair
I hold you close, I hug you tight
A tender kiss I lay on your cheek
I pull your face in, to the light
A wink is all that I can sneak

You may be busy, with things to do
But I can’t ignore the scent of you.

© Mihir Kamat, 2017. All rights reserved.