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Thursday, January 13, 2011

The way he smells

It's uniquely him. 

It's woodsy, clean and subtle.

It makes me want to bury my nose in the crook of his neck.  To breath him in and taste the skin under his ear.

It lingers in the room when he leaves.

It stays on his pillow - which I sleep on when he's gone.

It stays on his shirts - which I wear when he's gone.

It lingers on my skin after we make love.  The smell of us together is the strongest aphrodisiac I've ever encountered.

Like a bee to draws me in and makes me hot and impatient.


  1. Yes. Exactly. I have a drawer full of his shirts that he leaves at my house... and everyone of them is scented with him.


  2. Simply stated and so true. That's true love.