100 Words on Love, by Dan Szczesny
On the aroma of the tortilla soup she made before my operation, but I can only smell this morning on her night shirt.
On the smell of her body wash on her bare shoulders that I mistake for perfume and she laughs and tells me I have a lot of work to do, smell-wise. And yes, sometimes she wears perfume as well, but I just never noticed.
On the scent of shampoo I can smell in her beautiful black hair as I bend down to kiss the top of her head.
Love with all five senses now.
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