Smells Divine

She's making coffee.

He's just arrived,
smiling and out of breath 
from climbing all those flights of chairs.
'Hello foxy!''

Their welcoming kiss-and-hug ritual.

He reaches for something
from the shelf
and she catches a whiff of his smell
that beloved smell of his.

He smells of comfort,
love
and sex 
of the particular flavor she likes best.

She nuzzles up to his neck,
a slight catch in her breath,
drinking him in,
instantly affected,
intoxicated,
swaying to and fro from pure pleasure,
because she missed him so...

Come here..'', he whispers in her ear.
her waist cupped in his arms