SCENT OF A MAN
He strolls; glides; poses,
Before me in his maleness.
Strong, gentle lover who takes me high.
With the scent of his male cologne.
It moves through me strongly.
Deeply, deeply I inhale him.
Taking and savoring his essence.
Secretly feeding off its potent display
As it fills me; feeds me.
And it swims inside me
Spreading through my blood stream.
As I, like a drunken sailor
Become intoxicated on the scent.
Hungry wanton that I am.
I long to devour him. He whose smell
Tempts me, then taunts me, and makes me weak.
It is individual. And to each male unique.
My body reacts to his aroma, like I've just been stroked by tongue.
My nipples harden, and low in my belly I ache.
As wetting myself I throb deliciously.
Opening to receive even more of the man.
The senses of touch, sight, sound, taste.
Following second, in this case, to the sense of smell.
...And the scent of a man.