I told you that smells were important to me.
I asked you which fragrance you wear.
When you said Black XS by Paco Rabanne,
I was suddenly kissing your neck,
Burying my face in your shoulder,
Resting my cheek against yours.
Walking away from you and smelling it on my clothes,
In my hair,
On my hands.
Laundry blowing in a breeze.
Curled up with you, tangled between white sheets.
The sun just rising, the day stretching before us.
Your arm around me, fingers entwined.
My lips pressed against the back of your hand.
My Black XS boy.