If I splurge on anything, it's cologne. I love smelling good.
I take as much time as I need. I want to be fresh and smelling good.
Then I'd crawl back into bed, smelling her all around me, and tell myself that next time, I would lock that window. But I never did.
He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.
I personally have a major weakness for guys that use musky smelling cologne.
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