| Passion starts....it whispers in the ear and traces light lines along the skin, weaving a web of wickedness about the body, ensnaring and enticing. Some claim that it starts with the sight.....working its way into the mind and making it damned near impossible to think of anyone but the object of your desire. Some swear it is touch....the feel of the other persons skin on yours makes you crazy with need, your thoughts hung on the want of the entire experience, full body contact, skin to skin. I'm telling you now that these are both utterly false, touch and sight are merely icing, and that true lust begins with scent, like so many other strong emotions. Your first awareness of this man is the scent of him, vague, and yet utterly attention grabbing, the scent that dances and intrigues. A subtle blend of sweet vanilla, rough musk and a light, almost airy sort of cologne, which still seems masculine in an odd, brave sort of fashion. This smell lingers about him like a fog, clouding the judgment and making him that much more tantalizing, drawing the nose to him as easily as the scent of pizza draws a starving man. His scent is also oddly warm...the air about him heated by his overly hot skin, a living furnace, heating the night and making it brighter. We find the source of the vanilla scent dangling from his lips, a cigarette, that smells nothing like your typical cigarette....ice cream and angel food cake linger in this gray smoke, not harsh or chemical, but natural and delicious. The musk is apparently all him, it isn't sweaty or unpleasantly odiferous, rather it is arousing and elegant, leading one to believe that he is somewhat like the male deer, sending out pheromones with his movements. Cologne, which he hardly needs but still dabs on each night...smells like a waterfall, in fact, that is the best way to describe it, as a waterfall, vague but powerful and enchanting. So, I've described him in the sense of smell, and will go no further with this, because frankly you have eyes and the pictures tell more than I could....but you can't smell him and perhaps, this description has helped somewhat. |
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