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The scent, so pungent I can nearly taste it, swirls around
me the closer I get, not perfume (though that, too), but the essence of what I
want, need, must have for each inch I come, the drumbeat of my heart fueled on
this smell. I am an old car driving on fumes, I breathe in, swallow, absorb
though my skin, so potent I can’t stop myself from reacting, pumped up until I
am so bloated I might soon explode, an odor I can’t stir up for myself when I
take it in, all yours, all the time, an elixir that drives me insane, yet I can’t
stop wanting it, making me ache to get ever closer, to smear it all over me, to
spread you open so I can breathe nothing else.
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