What do you smell like? The touch and relaxing scent of your skin as you wrap your arms around me, holding me close and warmly. I could be drunken, easy and comfortable. I don’t need much more than your firm embrace, your warm and slow kisses, and your fingers interlaced in mine.
That’s all I desire. Track human touch, comfort, need.
I’ve seriously always wondered why you did the things you do, even bothering. Because I’m pretty damn sure - you made it so clear to me, in my time of desperation and terrible need - that you don’t give a flying fuck about me.
It’s never a good thing when I read a ‘serious’ novel. I tend to… mentally rage.
Catch me, find me, calm me. Can you wrestle this sea within me?
"People who know me probably wonder why I may be so obsessed about food, health, and fitness. It’s simple: it’s a lifestyle. I’m not overweight and have never been near it, but I want to be stronger, more fit, and be confident. That’s the lifestyle I want. Those are the choices I want to make."
"I often wonder nowadays, what do I smell like? The distinct scent that every person has, what is mine? The intoxicating breath, the simple smell of clean Dove soap, fresh and crisp, and the laundry, the clothes wrapped around my skin. A slather of strong lotion, a quick burst of flowery perfume.
What do I smell like to you, my dear? What is it that you breathe, that encompasses you when I keep you in my warm embrace?”