Breathing Memories

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For her, it was
plain. Simple.
The ABC's of
O L F A C T O R Y.
Damn. Nothing she could think of
made her more wild.
That she-thing, he-thing.
Biological.
Chemical, maybe.
Raw. Yes, that was it.
Animalistic somehow.
Her eyes could go...
her ears along with them...
but the nose knows.
(smiling)
The him-scent traveled nerves
she was unaware of,
until she breathed him in.
(laughing)
There was a direct line
there, inside of her...
miles and miles maybe,
connected, it was
to the Y,
her Y.
Made her all tingly,
wet, ready.
Aching to have him
fill her up.
All from that heady scent of his.
Damn that scent...
...love that scent.

Catherine Heck (CJ) - LBUA59A@Prodigy.com