The scent of a woman, is not one thing but two.
One the scent she chooses to wear
and ripples across the room.
Weak and haunting or intoxicating
but still just one a store was selling.
The other the scent she didn't choose
and may be covered by the one she did.
Store bought perfume will slowly fade
but in my bed another stays.
This one she keeps close to her skin
for it's there that love will always begin.