The smell of leather gasoline and patchouli

The scent of gasoline is cold like the steel he loves

Yet hot like the fire that burns in him

It pierces the nose, stings the eyes and burns the skin

Lingering there endlessly in his nostrils

The scent of leather is hard and supportive like a wooden floor

Creaking with each movement

Strong yet gentle like the man who wears it

Mixing with the gasoline it exhilarates his senses

Pitchouli is the woman who stands beside him

Soft and beautiful with hints of resolve and strength

Like a field of wildflowers standing against the wind

Her scent swirls, melding in harmony with gasoline and leather

Creating a smell irresistible to the powerful rider

He will forever yield to the scent of leather, gasoline and patchouli

By- Laura Sue

From- Gasoline Leather and Patchouli