Swiz,
There is a cologne that you wear that smells exactly like a perfume I wear, but I don’t know which one it is. It is a scent that is ours alone.
Saturday night, you leaned against me, your face in my neck, and that smell was all around me…intoxicating me more than the liquor ever could…making me higher than any drug could possibly make me. You stood there next to me, and I was drowning in it…and it seemed like a perfectly good way to die to me.
When I got home, the smell was all over my chest and hands and I couldn’t bear to lose the scent, so I just laid down and fell asleep with my hand across my face, dreaming beautiful dreams of you, and wondering when I would see you again.
You can only imagine how shocked I was when you called me last night. You came into my room and sat on my bed and just laid across my back…rubbing the back of my thighs lovingly…not saying a word besides contented sighs…and the smell was back.
But do you want to know what I liked best? When you were on top of me, not stroking, just inside of me…with your arms holding me and your head nestled against my breast…and I just laid there holding you, mimicking your heartbeat with my own, tangling my fingers in your hair, and smoothing my hands across you skin. It was so fucking precious…I cried. Yes…I cried.
“Do you really like coming here to be with me, baby?”
“Yes…I really like being here with you.”
So you were rewarded by my hissing your name and saying I’m your bitch and telling you the pussy is yours while I hold the wall and claw your back and the downstairs neighbor bangs on my floor through her ceiling to get us to stop.
You laid there, sweaty and sated, and I traced the lines of your palm with my finger, and whispered words I knew you couldn’t hear. I asked if you were leaving and you said you wanted to stay, so you jumped in the middle of the bed all curled up and I curled up behind you, wrapping you in my arms, engaging you in my heart, trapping you within my soul. I tried to get you to go so you wouldn’t be late for work this morning, but you wouldn’t leave.
YOU WOULD NOT LEAVE.
Instead, I woke up this morning with you outlined behind me, us fitting together like this is how we were made to be…and that smell was heavy in the air…the smell of you and me. I tasted it when I kissed your shoulder and then fell back asleep.
I think the smell is love. Not just any love, but our love. A smell that’s only created when our chemistries mix…salty, sweaty, uninhibited, fragrant, love…our love…tainting you and me as interminably as a tattoo on the brain.
I have a new favorite perfume…and it’s called Our Love…
if you find it somewhere, please make sure you bring it to me.
I’ve been looking for it everywhere, but it’s never in stock when I find it.
Don’t keep holding out on me. Please…just give it to me.
I’m sure that we can share it.
Loving you,
Thea