You walk by and it hits me Like a brick wall. It is subtle, yet powerful. It washes over me making that warm spot in my lower belly even warmer, yet it sends chills and shivers down my spine. Spicy and dark, it hints at a hidden passion. The darkly seductive ***-god that women so desire. But a hint of your day, only makes you more human and approachable. Autumn waves over me months too soon. All because you carry the crisp leaves in your skin. You are palpable and delicious and sweet and cool to the touch. Hold me now, or I fear I might never let you go.