I close my eyes every time as I inhale the soft skin of your neck. The atmosphere of your pores rushing through me softens the inside of my mouth and shivers the deepest part of my stomach. You smell, my love, quite simply like the deepest, hottest summers of my childhood. Like ice cream melting across my hands and the rising heat of asphalt too scorched to press my naked feet against. You smell, my dearest, like endless afternoons spent lying on the couch, wrapped in each other against the winter cold outside our small apartment. You smell like home.
Modern Day Dirae 
LOVE. I have nothing more to say.
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I like how you conveyed the passage of time and the longevity of the relationship in this piece. My favorite image was the melting ice cream and the rising heat.
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Thanks! Those were my favorites, too. 🙂
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Oh.my. God. So beautiful!
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Thank you!!!
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My favorite phrase: “I inhale the soft skin of your neck.” Plus what Nate said.
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That’s another fave of mine. Thank you. 🙂
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What is it about smells? For me, this brought up all the other senses as a bonus to the smells so beautifully.
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I loved the poetic nature of this! It gave it such beauty.
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Awww! I love the contrast of “atmosphere” with the tiny, poignant details of those memories (melting ice cream, cuddling on the couch).
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