Breathe Me In.
I had to snicker when I overheard your new conquest responding to a comment about her fragrance. It tickled all parts of me when she offered up the name of the Victoria’s Secret scent she thought she had made her own.
I remember, distinctly, your breath on the back of my neck in the darkened balcony as you inhaled me and begged me to tell you what I was wearing. The scent of it, you growled, was making you insane. You felt insatiable for the musky scent, you said.
And you wanted to buy some for your wife.
I smiled and told you.
And it sounds like you’re trying to make every woman you ever touch smell just like me.
April 2nd, 2007 at 4:47 am
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