A Man's Smell

I miss it. That smell that is their pillow and their towel. That smell in the nape of their neck (which is coincidently my French word of the day, nuque). It's so delicious, so more-ish, so addictive. It's so them - the loveliest, most romantic thing about them. I could envelop myself in that smell for a lifetime.

I miss it when I seperate from a man. For some reason, I miss it now.