The Whispers On My Skin

There are scents that disappear in seconds... ...and then there are the ones that stay, whispering to your memory long after the moment has passed.

I love the aroma of the ginger tea he makes just for me,

mingled with his laughter,

as he teases me while I sip it with delight,

like it’s the first time.

I love the dusty perfume of old books

he’s gifted me over the years —

still laced with the whispers

of roses I once pressed between their pages.

I love the earthy breath of petrichor

on him, as he walks in from the rain.

Oh, how I wish I could dance with him,

without caring about the nosy neighbours.

I love the trace of him that clings to his worn-out hoodie;

just like I cling to it while waiting for him.

I love the hint of sun on his shirt,

as he hugs me tight after a long day,

and I bury my face in his chest —

happy, and hopelessly in love.

I love the sweet, fruity note

of strawberry chewing gum

that lingers on his lips —

right before they melt into mine.

I love the faint whiff of leather on his hands,

left behind by the bike ride;

as he cups my face gently

and I kiss those worn, perfect fingertips.

I love the salt of his skin, and

the scent of sweat that beads on his brow,

as he looks into my eyes; our bodies moving together,

slow and deep, in a rhythm only lovers know.

I love smelling the soft notes of his shampoo,

as I run my fingers through his hair,

teasing him softly,

as he lies breathless on my chest afterwards.

I love the essence that stays on my tresses —

of those jasmine flowers

that wilted in embarrassment

at what they witnessed

And I love his fragrance on my skin;

wrapping me in comfort, long after.

But above all —

I love the scent and heat of his breath

against my neck —

that wordless, warm ache called DESIRE.

The one that makes me feel loved — completely.

The one that tells me I’m his — entirely .


By Deepa Perumal

Deepa Perumal is a Management professional, and a passionate advocate for women’s empowerment. As a career mentor, entrepreneur, and multilingual author, she shares her insights through blogging and writing features on history, world cultures, travelogues and memoirs. Contact her at deepabperumal@gmail.com

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One Response

  1. The poem beautifully captures the essence of love through the lover’s fragrance. It takes something everyday and mundane like smell and transforms it into something magical! Love the shythm of the lines as they capture the romantic and sensual and even the platonic romace at various junctures!

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