For smelling perfumes
From sample vials, in malls
I walk by, with caution
For me there is no allure
I have no inclination to such
For they smell like falsified personnas
Of silly temporary attraction
Momentary, unlike her skin
She wears scents
She loves them too
But In our long embraces
They fizzle out
I have felt her essence
And the gentle hints of saltiness
From her sweaty upper lips
On summer nights,
In humid weather
Cuddled, closer,
With her hair brushing my face.
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