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Breathe Me In.

I had to snicker when I overheard your new conquest responding to a comment about her fragrance. It tickled all parts of me when she offered up the name of the Victoria’s Secret scent she thought she had made her own.

I remember, distinctly, your breath on the back of my neck in the darkened balcony as you inhaled me and begged me to tell you what I was wearing. The scent of it, you growled, was making you insane. You felt insatiable for the musky scent, you said.

And you wanted to buy some for your wife.

I smiled and told you.

And it sounds like you’re trying to make every woman you ever touch smell just like me.

perfume, scent, insatiable

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Posted in Posts by previous writers on April 1st, 2007

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April 2nd, 2007 at 4:47 am
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