Scent of a Woman

There's something admirable about the Scent of a Woman in the morning. I feel like Al Pacino. But im no blind man. I can see all. But what really matters is the Scent. It reminds me of when I was younger, and my, mother used to wear her Elizabeth Arden. How many times I've waked through that Red Door. Its sooooo breathtaking. Kimbo Slice might as well have punched me in the Gut. I can feel it all. Strong perfumes, spices, sweets. U can't escape it, and I don't want to. On that early 5:51 a.m. L Train ride home you walk past all these tree blossoms, cherrys, watermelons, plums going to work. Its kinda like a gift. I don't know what im going to get when I sit down but I hope its next to a woman that smells as fine as Angel Hair.

I could eat her all Up!

Like that Pixar Flick...I keep getting Whiffs past my nostrils. Anything but sick is what it makes me. If anything its more Healthier. Perfume always stands the test of Everything with me. It tells me a woman loves to smell good..Likes to be noticed. Shows me that she's a cut above the rest. If only I was a Band-Aid. Id Lay on top of her allllllll night long. In that mental state, im as rich as Lionel on my poorest day. The smell of this Woman pulls me closer, closer, Like Mo Rivera. You don't ever hesitate to hug this Woman. To bury your face into her neck. To inhale her Aroma. Because of her smell, not only would I love her, but I'd love her good! Id close my eyes, with my chin resting on her protruding collar bone, then raise my lips to her ears and whisper, "Damn I can't even talk 'cause you smell so good."