Hot moist lilacs and lavender.
The smell of her breath through lightly pursed lips.
The smell of her sweat.
The smell of her ruffled spot in the bed still warm from her sleep.
The smell of her tired body in my arms after a long day.
The smell of a meal emanating from the open door.
The scent that lingers as she passes by, that draws me unerringly forth from a settled relaxation after a long hellish day of work.
The promise of the scents mixed from behind a closed door.
The smell of her cold nose after a winter walk.
Coffee on her breath.
The smell of her.
