Soul Journal

Scents . If there is one sense that overwhelms my self-control, it’s the wonderment of scent.

This key element of our bodies has the ability to transport us to the past, flooding our minds with a trove of oft-forgotten moments and people long gone.  Images juxtapose, overlapping here and there as they jostle for attention. The smell of jasmine finds me amongst sprinklers in my childhood backyard, on a warm summer eve where the air was thick with the sweet fragrance. Yet a heartbeat later and I am in the arms of a lover, the candle burning on his nightstand bathing us in both flickering light and the delicious smell of the flowered vine that climbs the wall outside.

I pause to relish that memory, and the vine like manner in which our bodies entwined as we drank each other in.

The scent of desire is a law unto itself. I cannot claim to know the physics of how the smell of a woman’s arousal makes me quiver with wanton desire, or how the stink of a man after an passionate episode has me immediately want to mount him again. It fascinates me though. It really does.

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