Smell

He smells of strawberries and possibilities

She smells of summer and smiles, and childish wiles

12 O'clock

It's 12 o'clock and the end of a day.
One more hour till the beginning of my day. Or will it be two tonight? One more hour (or two?) before I get to spend an hour (or two?) with you.

The constant tick-tock of the clock.
It's only 12 o'clock.

It's 12 o'clock and I can't get you out of my mind.
The sound of scratching stubble, fingers on fragboard, the caress of your voice as you giggle and sigh.

The slow drip, drip, drip of time.
It's only 12 o'clock.