Vermont

“Maybe this is why I fell in love with you!”

I exclaimed.

“Why?  Because my pussy smells so good?”

She giggled from within her closet.

She looked out at me.

A few moments before

She had gotten undressed

And threw her panties

Onto my face

As I lie in bed 

Waiting for her

To pick out her clothes

For work the next day.

“Yeah...”

I answered

From under lace.

“You smell like Vermont...”

“Maple syrup.”

I half-smiled.

“Caramelized sugar and smoke.”

“Damn!  You smell good!”

I inhaled her perfume.

It was true.

She smelled of the Vermont wilderness.

Wood Anemonies

Indian Blanketflowers

Thimbleberries and Moss.

I heard her voice 

Return maple sugary 

From within the closet

Surrounded by shoes and clothes.

“Thank you babee...”

She said.