I dream of smelling him, not a concoction a stranger in a lab concocted to make millions for a corporate giant.
I dream of smelling him, his distinct scent, as individual as a fingerprint or a snowflake. I dream of that aromatic fingerprint on my nose, then my brain, forever stored in my memory, my being.
I dream of his smell turning me on, and when I'm irritated at him, I dream of his smell turning me off. Why does he have to smell that way? Oh, thank god he smells this way!
I dream of a life rich with my buddy's scents, whatever they are, however they make me feel, whatever consequences his scents bring to my life.
I dream of smelling him and of him smelling me.
I dream of my buddy dreaming the same dream about his buddy's scents.
- More funk: Buddy, Lemme Smell Your Pits!
