Our bodies moving,
swaying to the music,
pressed against each other.

I let my head fall against your shoulder, rest it there.
I smell your clothes,
the perfume that resides in their fibre,
that lingers all along your shoulder blade.
I turn higher and smell your neck and you smell different here,
more sweat and skin, perhaps.
Delicious.

I sink my nose into your hair,
tickling it,
and I smell lavender,
the shampoo you use, and the night itself.
There’s nothing quite like your scent,
all your different smells, all wonderful.