Her Fragrance
When the eye was a young dandylion he used after shave quite stolen from the shelf behind the bathroom sink of anywhere he was.
The many times eye wanted to impress some girl of note eye bought store bought parfume. This seems so funny now but a boy is stupid then before he grows the weed was young and in the throes of manhood making inroads. The tag with the price was kept hidden in my coat pocket to finally be brought out if she asked me just how much. So dumb a boy he never learns in time just what a woman wants she just wants love. The fragrance was often French or like a flower it was not the odor that rally mattered it was the look on the little woman face and the kiss soon after. It was her fragrance.
The bottle often green or blue what did that matter. It was her fragrance. The price eye paid oh look and then she disappeared the look of wonder was all gone when she saw the dollar signs so small.
It was her fragrance.
