The Smell Of Your Perfume

The smell of your perfume

preceded you, the

darkness hid your image,

but could not hide your presence.



I, the hunter, pursued you

with and indescribable intensity,

determined to find you,

even in the darkeness.



I heard footsteps, the sound was

faint, but with the wind

came that captivating aroma, I

knew I was close to you.



That piercing sound of stiletto

heels, was now pulsating

in my ears, the sweet smell

became even more defined.



From the moon lit street, I

can now see a shapely figure

moving suggestively, as if to

music meant for her ears only.



It became clear to me that

I was walking down my own street,

and the figure in the shadows was

standing in my doorway.