For some reason, I woke to this memory.
I’m snuggled in bed, wound in a comfortable knott with my lover. As I open my eyes my face is inches away from the inside crook of his elbow. I tip my head forward so my nose gently presses against the barely creased skin and inhale deeply. What is it about the scent of a man to which I am attracted? His pheromones are like a dose of an illicit drug that floods my body and makes me feel blissfully unfocused from head to toe. I take another hit.
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