Scent of Beauty

The scent of beauty
Lingers in my nostrils still
As if her every pores
Were opened and filled with honey
Long after she leaves
The empty of her seat
Will have me drunk with passion

Dean Jean-Pierre
5-5-06
9:16 am
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(Wrote this on the train this morning. A young lady sits down next to me and it’s as if her presence sucks the air out of the train car. I closed my eyes, inhaled her aroma like some kind of hallucinogen and my mind raced through meadows and streams. Ah, what a trip. Then she was gone and the air-conditioner trapped her scent in the car for the entire ride. Women, are by far, God’s greatest work. Kudos, God. Kudos.