She was the kind of lady
whose perfume lingered
long after she left a room
not heavy with magnolia and citrus
more like a gentle wind scented
with a field of lemongrass and sage
Watching her was like watching
cotton sheets on a clothesline
on a blue sky summer day
It is hard not to admire a woman
who seems to slip into a moment
effortlessly, swaying her hips
carving her mark in time
without batting an adorned eye
sensuality without check
vision with the hint of promise
simmering under the surface
These words I write to honor her
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Comments: 21
Oh Barbara, so romantically beautiful. I very much enjoyed this romantic reminiscing.
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It has been studied that of our senses, the olfactory is the one that lingers and is among the easiest and best to evoke.
My heroine smells of cotton; the hero of lime; her apartment of fresh lemon.
I have body butters in sea island cotton, cocanut lime, and white citrus. I put them on all the time, so I can smell them as I work.
Time for citrus this early morning.
Thanks for your great comment.
Beautiful imagery...there is something hypnotic about watching sheets flapping in the breeze...or a flag dancing the breeze...like watching flames dance...
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At the Inn at Flye Point, they make a point of hanging cotton sheets on an old clothesline with the fir lined rocky coast in the background. Visually it is perfection.
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