A Woman's Scent

That night when my mother took me to her breasts I knew woman had a scent quite different from man's... Tonight you still remind me of my mother's old fragrance though you too have your different scent - a scent entirely your own! In summer an aroma of apple juice envelopes your breasts. In monsoon the wet fragrance of wild forest flowers in your hair. And in the winter your arms smacking of honeyed milk and your lovely feet of jasmines. In spring this strong odour of musk in your loins, and in your navel that faint lavender! In different seasons you smell differently In different places you smell differently. But when I smell you entirely at once, my love, your scent becomes an undefinable something!