the power of scent

....as unique as ones fingerprints may be, so be our scent...to know not to mask it but, rather, enhance it, is a gift of a special sort.

"...what is it about your scent that stayed with me from the first time i stood so near to u? What is it that has kept my imagination alive and images so clear and tangible even though i don't know when was the last time i shared in your company?
Why is it that i know u by your scent and when i happen to come across a whiff of something similar, my heart knows to skip a beat and my eyes open like a startled deer, searching the crowd for a glimpse of u?
When eyes closed and recall of a moment so heated with erotic kinky expression springs to mind, there it is again, that distinct fragrance of a man so sensually alluring so welcoming of my attention.
Is it possible that the deafening ringing of desire is more intense due to that unique scent...a scent that fires the libido , unbeknownst to my consciousness?
That primal play, an instinctive understanding of a connect , the precursor of something that neither of us will be able to ignore or walk away from.  
It knows to hold us willing prisoners of desires so lustfully hot and hungry ...hungry to be close, to inhale of each other... each others breath the others oxygen....
And when sweat knows to drip and make us slip and slide and 'wetly' cling to each other, no intrusion be that of your scent or mine.
aaaaah....how deep my breath be at this very present moment...i do feel u near....i know u are near...do show yourself....RB.