At his fragrance my heartbeat would slow to the kind of rhythm usually reserved for the deepest of dreams.
His fragrance swirled around my emotions as their willing cocoon, enabling them to rest until their new flight at dawn.
His fragrance was as soothing as his hugs. With him I felt as safe as a love letter in its envelope, sealed with an old fashioned wax stamp. The kind you open and take in the aroma of your lover.
He had the fragrance of every safe place I ever hid as a child, not literally of course, but it was those emotions that swam to the surface and took their first breath in years.
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