The smell of fresh baked bread,
The scent of a baby's bald head.
The incense of vanilla candles,
The sharp stale rust on iron handles.
The fresh new smell of the pages of a book,
The fabric that makes me look
Like the girl I am, I guess.
The unmistakable smell of milk
The wooly smell of a freshly sown quilt.
The musty aftersmell of grass that was mown,
The feel of the yarn of the first crosstitch I sewed.
The smell of the pen scribbling on a judge's criteria,
These smells make up my Amortentia.
Combined make the ultimate love potion, no more, no less.
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Poetry by and for the Common Man (or Woman)
PoetryJust your typical everyday poetry, with a little kick.