His scent lingered on my skin. I held my hand to my nose and breathed him in. Burning candles were the only remains of our second date. That, and of course, that smell. Thick and strong, like flesh and iron and blood. Raw. Visceral. I closed my eyes and thought of him, letting my imagination take care of the rest.
Blue Eyes and White Lies 
March 8, 2013 at 8:51 AM
sexy… Nothing like the smell of the man of your dreams! raw and enticing. 🙂
March 8, 2013 at 9:32 PM
I feel left out, I like girls 😀
March 9, 2013 at 3:45 AM
Don’t feel left out. I like girls, too.
March 9, 2013 at 7:31 AM
Aw. feeling rather included now 😀
March 11, 2013 at 8:26 AM
I like the way the words sound in my head 🙂 They are like something silky and smooth…
April 10, 2013 at 8:44 PM
Smell is the strongest trigger for memories and a scent of a man… mmmmm just scrumptious!