original written at 2am today:
I smelled all of the colognes until I found yours.
On the front, there's the nearly-naked man, as sexed-out as your standard, looking rabid.
I smile at your taste and can't help but embrace it right there.
One whiff fuels my soul from pitted bottom, to penultimate wrung.
Like a newfound, miracle cure
I'm sealing my eyes shut to admire yours
On an imaginary you
And so radiantly out of place, you're still big on
Over and over and over again......
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