Parade of I

I like it when I smell like you,
Imbued.
I cuddle close and let the scent accrue.

It's not the smell of your shampoo.
It is...just you. Silent, dirty, and nude.
I like it when I smell like you.

I watch your scent ball into dew,
Increase in strength, devour this mind, intrude.
I cuddle close and let the scent accrue.

In withdrawal my body's all askew.
Itching for a whiff I'm too broken to be viewed.
I like it when I smell like you.

In time you appear as if on cue,
Immediately ending the strife which has brewed.
I cuddle close and let the scent accrue.

I'll soak my skin with it, through and through.
In this motion I feel my rapture exude.
I like it when I smell like you.
I cuddle close and let the scent accrue.