Musk;
Every magical night, i lean in entrapped in your musky scent which belongs to me. An agenda up my sleeve, i lean in closer swirling in my thoughts of you. As i bid you goodbye, as you glance at me unwilling to let me go, i pull you in for a last magical embrace. Not the last of the last but the last for tonight. And as we let go, your musky scent lingers on my clothes, my hair, my cheeks. And i go to bed as if you were right here, right beside me, lulling me to sleep.
