It was just the scent of her.
A faint memory of a moment. A whisper of her presence. The slightest movement as she passed.
It made me catch my breath. It sent a shiver dancing through me. It made me close my eyes and shake my head.
She is achingly beautiful. A wild, untamed, exquisite beauty beyond words. Beyond compare.
She vanished so quickly that I know I must have dreamed her.
I am left with only a sigh.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Thomas Saliot