iv – her scent

   It’s day four and I finally hear the delicate knock on my front door. It’s been two days. Two long, heart burning, miserable drunken days. My body is weak with need. My mind is malfunction.

I call out, ‘It’s open.' It always is. I leave it unlocked 24-7. Just for her.

She walks in and immediately the gloom in my apartment is transformed. From dungeon to Garden of Eden. And yes, it is her playful eyes. Yes, it is her bright smile. And yes, my dear reader, there are a million other spectacular things about her that I will inevitably share with you in the coming days. But for now, more than anything…it is her scent.

You see, there is an aroma that exudes from her body that turns me into a babbling court jester. I literally fantasize about smelling her. Running my nose the length of her sensational naked form. Sniffing into every nook and cranny.

It’s not created in a factory. It’s not bottled or packaged and it’s not sold in stores. It is all natural and it is all her. Unique. Only her.

I find words insufficient to describe her scent as I have never encountered anything quite like it. I can tell you that it is sunny. I can tell you that it is sexual. I can even admit to it being somewhat pungent, but only in the most erotic way.

Fresh sweat and sticky electric musk. Her privates. Under her arms and between her breasts. The fragrant crack of her derriere. The delicate folds of her arms and legs. In between her toes. The nape of her neck. My nose has been to each of these locations and the result is always the same. Indelible ecstasy.

I used to silently plead to the Heavens that she would absently leave behind some article of her clothing. Something I could cling to. Something I could fall asleep to and wake up to and spend all the time in-between cuddling my nose up to.

Now, I flat out just ask her for it. I have no patience for pride. No need to appear cool. No desire to act like I am anything more than the Alyssa junkie that I am. The façade of my friendship came crumbling down the moment I told her how I really felt. So no more pretending.

“Just let me keep that here. For tonight. Please.”

“You…are so strange.” She feeds my addiction and tosses me her t-shirt.

It soars through the air and lands in my shaking outstretched  jester hands. Then, in a flash, she is out the door and gone from my life again. A moment of despair. Then I raise the shirt slowly and bury my face into it.

As day four comes to a close, at least I know I will finally be able to get a half way decent night of sleep.