The stranger with a scent.
I walked past a stranger today.
I walked past "the" stranger.
It wasn't his or her voice or face,
Personality or wit.
It was a scent.
As the person walked past me,
With the sweet scent of his or her perfume
Which lingered around my nose a little longer than it should've,
Tantalising my senses with the mystery of it's source,
Setting me into an immediate trance for as long as the smell of the heaven that is the person's perfume walked with me.
A mystery with a scent of familiarity,
A scent, I cannot describe with words,
A scent, that swept me off my feet and made me witness the gods,
A scent so pure that smelling it was a sin.
A scent, that I fell in love with.